Preheat your oven to 425°F, because we’re not slow-roasting dignity here. Toss your cast iron skillet in the oven with 2 tablespoons of butter and let it heat like gossip in a hair salon.
In a large bowl, whisk together the cornmeal, flour, salt, and baking soda. Pretend you’re mixing ancestral wisdom with future regrets.
In another bowl, whisk the eggs and buttermilk until frothy like a preacher on Sunday. Then slowly mix in the bacon drippings or butter—whichever Southern sin you chose.
Combine wet and dry, stirring gently with a wooden spoon like you're coaxing secrets out of your cousin after Sunday dinner. Do not overmix or the cornbread will rise as flat as your ex’s promises.
Remove that hot skillet from the oven and swirl the melted butter around to coat it like you mean it. Pour in the batter. It should sizzle like a Baptist sermon about loose morals.
Bake for 20–25 minutes until the top is golden and a toothpick comes out clean—or until your nosy neighbor shows up “just to see what smells so good.”
Let it cool for 5 minutes (if you can resist) before slicing into glorious, buttery wedges of Southern glory.
Serve warm with more butter, a drizzle of honey, or nothing at all if you’re a purist (or if Granny’s watching).