I had to reply to the grits. I LOVE GRITS. GRITS WITH BUTTER, GRITS WITH EGGS, GRITS WITH GRAVY, MMMMMMMMM GRITS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE FROM THE NORTH.
When I first came to Arizona I lived in a border town called Nogales and they had a little restaurant down there that served the after hours crown breakfast and my ex and I went in for breakfast on our way back from a lovely evening in Mexico entertaining clients from out of town. I was, understandably, really excited to see they had grits on the menu. So I ordered grits with bacon and eggs and toast. When the waitress served my little glass of oj she sat before me a small bowl of hot water with something that resembled sand in the bottom. Curious as to what she had just sat down I called her back and asked her what it was for. I thought maybe I needed to wash my hands. LOL.
Her quick reply was, "Why, didn't you order grits?" "Yes", I said, "But I had hoped you would cook them first." Evidently they had never had anyone order grits before and when I did the cook who fixed them read everything but the part about how you are supposed to simmer over a low flame until they are done. I laughed for days over this and I still think it is funny. I know all you grit eaters are going to enjoy it too because we are after all Southerners.
I make great grits and have never had anyone not like them so if you don't like grits it may be you just haven't eaten the right grits yet. I know Patti can make them, anyone who learned how to cook Southern makes great grits.
See ya, Rowdy
United States
