Thoughts on Grits

Grits are God's gift to Southerners
Oatmeal was introduced by Yankees who were jealous that God gave us grits.
Yankees worry that God gave us grits because He loves us more.
We don't worry about that because we know it's true.

Grits must be stirred with a wooden spoon. Embrace your heritage and stir -they will taste better.
Putting sugar in your grits is weird. Grits should be salty.
Cheese is optional. Who am I kidding. Cheese loves grits like fire loves air.
Black pepper loves grits too. Also butter.

Don't bother with instant or quick grits. If you don't have the 15 minutes to cook grits don't bother. Eat some toast.
Don't eat grits in a hurry. Sit down and savor the creaminess.
If you need fiber go get an apple.
When the directions say 4 generous helpings they lie. You may get 2-3 servings.

Always, always lick your wooden spoon. If you don't lick the spoon and scrape out the pan you are just kidding yourself. You don't really love grits.
When putting leftover grits away there should be regret mingled with excitement for tomorrow.
If you already ate the leftovers there will satisfaction mingled with sorrow for your scale.

Grits connect me to my past.
Grits are women stirring up pots of warm goodness for husbands and children -feeding the generations.
Grits are God's gift to Southerners.