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GRITS

When I was a kid and we went on a trip(we always went south and we started off in Virginia) we would find it funny to watch Yankees in restaurants getting grits served with their breakfast. They couldn't figure out what they were. It was always amusing to watch them put sugar and milk on them. Putting sugar on grits was the sure sign of a Yankee.

We had grits every morning and frequently for dinner. I still love good grits and have them nearly every morning. When I was young sailor, I went through the chowline one day and got some grits on my tray. I was very happy to get such a treat on the ship. I put a little butter and pepper on them and dug in. I tasted slimy goo that turned out to be some sort of abomination they called Farina. I never trusted that food again.

There are grits people and anti-grits people. I know and like both types...but...I never quite trust grits haters... By the way, what the hell is Malt-O-Meal, Y'all?
 
Another Yankee here who enjoys grits. Went to grad school in South Carolina and the cooks in the cafeteria made them every morning. Just remember to get them eaten before they start to cool off.

Andy
 
Years ago I, along with two of my bosses, were on TDY at Brookley AFB, Mobile Ala.. We were to brief the Commanding General at 8 AM the next morning. I stayed in Quarters that evening but the bosses did some terrific partying and were in bad shape when morning came.
We stopped by the Base Cafeteria on the way to the briefing to get me some breakfast and them some coffee. The head honcho was just barely able to force his coffee down when a guy sat down just across
the table from him with a pile of grits covered with eggs that had barely seen heat. They were running all over the place and looking at them was not helping my boss. Then things got worse, the guy covered them with the red hot sauce and started dipping his biscuit in that. My boss barely made it outside before he lost it.
For the record, I like grits but the eggs need to be just a little more done.
 
I must admit that, though we had people on both sides (if you ask, "both sides of what," see me out behind the woodshed), I never had any interest in what a grit was, nor wanted to have more than one so that I could have grits, until I saw "My Cousin Vinnie".
 
a guy sat down just across
the table from him with a pile of grits covered with eggs that had barely seen heat. They were running all over the place and looking at them was not helping my boss.

Must have been a guy I was stationed in Africa with. All he wanted the eggs to be was warm...when the white started turnng white on the grill and the cook could not get them up with a spatula...they were ready for him....and...he liked grits.
 
The only grits I've ever had were the ones with the picture of the black Chef from the Three Stooges skits on the box and I've never cared for them. Is there a better recipe for me to try?
 
I live in MD and have been eating grits since 1969 when I went to Santee Cooper, SC to bass fish. I eat them with 2 eggs over easy and I mix the broken eggs into the grits.
 
Squirrel and grits for breakfast

Pare boil the quartered squirrels and then flour and fry in a cast iron skillet with bacon grease. After frying, keep warm while you make milk gravy in the skillet. Serve fried squirrel quarters on a bed of grits (best cooked in chicken broth rather than water) and cover with gravy. Hot biscuits and coffee finish it off.
 
HOw about the grits spread out on the plate and a couple of eggs served right on the top of them. Add some bacon or good sausage and the breakfast is great IF you have the good, hot, black coffee.
 
While I was at fort Eustis I would always tell the servers Beacon,eggs,GRITS and a biscuit.And poor gravy on all of it. I could tell buy the look on their face if they was from the south.:)
 
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