2014, Nancy Vienneau, The Third Thursday Community Potluck Cookbook: Recipes and Stories to Celebrate the Bounty of the Moment, Nelson Books, Thomas Nelson, page 180:
There are cornbread recipes, and there are cornbread recipes. This one absolutely sings. Based on her daddy’s, and then her sister’s, beloved skillet-made bread, Maggie’s own recipe developed over time. It’s more about method, she says, but using stone-ground cornmeal and whole buttermilk are just as important. And a hot, seasoned cast-iron skillet is a must. What emerges is a rich “corny” bread, an almost melting soft interior encased in a ridiculously toothsome crust.
Teesha wasn't impressed. “Y'all corny. That ain't how you s'pose to do it, Ai—you just look like a druggie. You have to be freaky-deaky, buck-eyed, and nervous. I'll be the nurse. Good afternoon, Aisha. What be the trouble today?”
2019, Ivelisse Rodriguez, Love War Stories, unnumbered page:
Veronica pays attention to Cassandra, but she strains her ears to hear the other girls. Then she very softly hears, "Corny bitches."
2021, Quiara Alegría Hudes, My Broken Language: A Memoir, page 55:
We'd sit in some sexy manner as the boys rode up to us and asked what bands we liked. "Menudo," Tiny called out. "Guns N' Roses," I shouted. "Corny bitches!" they yelled back, popping wheelings in their wake.
