Blanche’s gluten-free southern cast iron skillet cornbread
Our first recipe - the cornbread my husband’s grandmother Blanche made often enough that one taste still takes me right back to her kitchen. In the South cornbread is a way of life, it isn’t reserved for holidays or special occasions. It is everyday food - the kind that quietly shows up with simple foods and makes them complete. It fills hungry stomachs, stretches a meal and welcomes whoever happens to drop in.
When celiac disease changed our lives we weren’t giving up this generations old recipe. It took time, a fair amount of trial and error, more than one less-than perfect batch, but eventually we found our way to a version that still evokes the memories. Some things have changed over the years - including the cornmeal available - but the heart of the recipe never has. I can’t duplicate every recipe exactly as it was made decades ago but I can try to preserve what made it a memorable, using the ingredients and knowledge we have today.
I think Blanche, lovingly called Mimi by family, would give this recipe her seal of approval - I know her grandson does.

Gluten-Free Southern Cast Iron Skillet Cornbread
A traditional Southern cornbread with a hot skillet crispy bottom and a perfect crumb - almost a century old family favorite that we refused to let gluten take away from us.
Ingredients
Instructions
Notes
- the heated bacon grease is greasing the pan and providing the crispy crust
- Do not skip the cornmeal soak - this softens the cornmeal and helps eliminate the gritty texture that comes with a gluten-free or coarser ground cornmeal
- Keeping the wet and dry ingredients separate until the last moment ensures all the leavening agents engage allowing for a better rise to the cornbread
Nutrition Facts
Calories
144Fat
5 gSat. Fat
2 gCarbs
21 gFiber
3 gNet carbs
18 gSugar
4 gProtein
5 gSodium
902 mgCholesterol
46 mga few last thoughts… We were always lucky if we happened to be around when this cornbread came fresh out of the oven. That’s when it was at it’s very best - a nice big slice, split open and slathered with butter and maybe just a drizzle of molasses or homemade jam.
Most days though it took its place beside a pot of beans or a steaming bowl of soup. All the grandparents used to save a piece to crumble into a cold glass of buttermilk, then eat it with a spoon. The grandkids always responding so eloquently with “Yuck!” or “Gross!”.
Looking back, I think they simply knew how to make every delicious crumb count.
I hope Mimi’s cornbread finds a place at your table, too. Just remember her advice - before you pull it from the oven, give the middle a light thump. If it sounds hollow - supper’s ready.