" It's really pretty simple. Years ago, somewhere down here, some corn farmer lost all his teeth and with them the ability to eat corn. So he just dried the corn, ground it into bits, boiled it into a soft, gummable mash, sprinkled it with salt and pepper, stirred in two tablespoons of butter, and called that 'grits'. Now, truth is, there's nothing wrong with grits. They won't hurt you. And if you don't like them, that's fine with most
Southerners. Just means more for us. "
- Wrapped in Rain ~ by Charles Martin.
brought to you by this southern gal, who currently lives in a land far far away from her precious
grits and who's picture is being (BADLY) taken by a little southern boy who declares
that while all this is taking place, his icecream is melting.