Fried Cornbread

It's a good thing I got an early start this morning because the wind blew hard all afternoon. Just after lunch the light began to flutter and then the room went dark.
I walked out to the porch to survey the sky. The sun was overhead and baring down hard. Ordinarily that would be a good thing, but with cool air coming in from the northwest, and a tropical burst coming from the gulf, the weather can get violent in the blink of an eye.
Off in the distance I could hear the wind up above the clouds and it sounded like I was in the basement of a bowling alley.
I called the power company and then went to the porch to read and wait. Later, an automated message came in to say that the power may not be on until 7 p.m. I called it a day.
As I read on the porch, the wind would die down for a time and then come back back with a vengeance. The wind chimes (we have 8 in all) played the most beautiful and haunting music.
I grabbed the recorder and recorded the sound of the wind and chimes.
The power was still off when Jilda got home so she fired up the stove to make leftover hash out of pot roast and potatoes. Our oven doesn't work without power so she fried some cornbread.
Not sure if you've ever experienced fried cornbread, but it was scrumptious. I highly recommend it to those who are not colestrolically challenged.
When the power came back on I learned that the weather had been nasty all around the south. My heart goes out to those affected by the storms.
I hope you all have a great weekend.