Oh, here's an explanation for the cornbread.

My parents are on the Atkins diet, that means that there are very few carbs in the house and there is never good food, like cornbread, there to nibble on while I wait for my dad to cook dinner. It is very hard to wait for him to cook dinner because dinner is usually something like pork or steak when I come home and the smells permeate through all floors of the ancient rosedale home, causing the tastebuds and empty stomach to run wild.

So, anyway, finding bread on the table meant that my parents were eating bread again. And I can no longer coin their home, "carb-forsaken" as I once did.

Oh, and on Sunday, we had rice with the bbq pork tenderloin.