Fast forward a couple of hours and I had just pulled out a large jalapeño pepper cornbread made in the same 20" pan. Again, no cardboard rounds to flip the lunker on to. Still basking in my success with the giant upside down cake I decided not to interrupt hubby's lawn mowing and flip this beauty on to the cooling racks myself. Success was not to be mine a second time. As the dog had a feast with what landed on the floor I pitch a hissy fit complete with a few choice words. She seemed to be unaffected by the whole spectacle.
I was able to selvage enough of the cornbread and make a few squares to get us through the meal. Other than Maggie the dog no one knew exactly what disaster had taken place before the beautiful basket of cornbread was set on the buffet. It was certainly not a "Martha" meal but at the end of the day the family was well fed and we had spent a wonderful summer afternoon together. That was the importance of the meal, not the cornbread disaster.