You wouldn't know it by looking at me but I am a grits lover.
I'm not sure how it happened but it was kinda love at first taste. Becky introduced it to my taste buds, and they haven't been the same since.
It's the whole, "This is suppose to taste sweet but it's rich and savoury instead," thing that goes on inside my mouth.
Anyway, I live like a million miles from Grits country so it's not like I ever have them enough to get tired of them.
But tonight at small group meeting, the sweet and virtuous Meg delivered a box into my trembling hand, and I was undone. Now for you purists out there, it was a box of Instant grits, but you're talking to a guy who has never owned a box of "Real" grits.
She had gone down to her home country for the weekend, kind of a surprised forced stay because of border "confusion" shall we say, and had some time to think, of me.
Bless her heart.
So tonight I raced home and cooked up a couple of cups of Grits, just like my momma never made. I added some grated cheddar cheese, butter, and salt and pepper, and dug in.
Mmmmm, warm and rich, peppery and cheesy and good.
Thanks Meg, for thinking of me, and thanks Becky, for introducing me to this delicacy.