Grit.
Add an "s" and it transforms into a wonderful, Southern breakfast side dish, best served with a lump of butter (never margarine), a sprinkling of salt and crushed pepper, and a smattering of crumbled bacon in every bite; and cheese, cheese is always an option. A close second, and truthfully, my preferred dish, is wonderfully creamy shrimp and grits, spicy with a hint of heat, but not so much as to over power the dish. The grits are delicious canvas for the rest of the meal, and they can make or break the entire thing if not properly tended.
Most people outside the South don't understand grits, as if a they were a thing to be understood.
Either you're a believer or you aren't, and I feel sorry for those who are trapped in the latter category.
I suppose for most people, "grit" conjures images of hang-dog determination and wrestling with or through the things that irritate the mind, soul or body, but for me, right now…5,000 miles from home, three weeks without touching the skin of my babies, and away from familiar comforts, the thought of a steamy bowl of Southern comfort brings a smile.
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My bizarre response to Lisa-Jo's Five Minute Friday writing prompt…I doubt anyone else will go this route!! Feel free to join her!
Photo credit: SouthernPlate.com
oh, yum….this girl gets it 🙂
Okay, I am sorry to admit that I have been missing out, California girl that I am. This sounds delicious — and I love your sharing what you love! Makes me smile (and truly, want to try this soon!)
ohh…. i love grits, too… several thousand miles from home and not having access to them… i’d love a bowl for breakfast!
i like them best with butter, bacon and cheddar cheese… yum!
blessings ~
I like them with butter and sugar and milk, like my dad did. And I love, love polenta, which is sorta like grits, but with an italian accent, right?
I thought of grits actually, but no I did not write about them. I love this post! 🙂
I love taking this exercise literally and writing the first thing that pops into our brain cells. It’s fresh and sometimes funny. Laughter is good.
Right now I wanna say “HOLLA” whilst pumping my hands in the air!!
I L O V E GRITS! I was born and raised in the DEEP south and miss me some good buttery, garlic-y, sometimes even cheesy grits… babay!
I was very distraught when I moved up North and realized it was not only Grit-less but Okra-less as well. ~Sigh
Love the post!!!
I’m SO there. When I saw the prompt, that was the first thing I thought of, in fact LOL. Love me some grits!
In fact, I *am* a GRitS!!
(For the Yankee, that means —
Girls
Raised
in
the
South)