I have a lot of memories of my own Pap-pa eating cornbread and milk--usually it was a before bed snack, I think. He always crumbled it in a glass instead of a bowl for some reason! There was always fresh cornbread and biscuits in Gran's kitchen.
You know, the diningroom is right there but the kitchen was/is the center of her (Gran's) home and everyone still congregates there. We'd always rather drag dining room chairs into the kitchen than vice versa--even if it means eating from our lap! Lol.