I never ate a whole lot of grits at home, but Mom made them, usually when we were camping and
I like them. I do eat them sometimes, mostly in restaurants, but again, only occasionally.
I still remember vividly the 2nd day at college, eating at the cafeteria at the girls dorm with my
girlfriend (now my wife). We both had to stifle a laugh at the loud, nasal, Edith Bunker NYC accented
girl saying "Joyce, why do they have mashed potatoes for breakfast?" Lots of nice Jewish girls from
Miami going to UF widening their horizons, meeting rednecks and Florida crackers and all sort of folks
they never ran into in Brooklyn or Miami.
Bill