I like grits. I eat instant grits for breakfast every morning that I have to wake up and go to work... with a little butter and a little pepper. Yummy in the tummy, and it sticks with me better than anything else I've tried. With my job I don't always get to eat lunch, and usually it's at least six hours after I've eaten breakfast before I get a chance to nibble.
Well, this morning I put more milk in my grits than I usually do. So they were soupier. Not as soupy as Shoney's Breakfast Bar grits. This made me wonder how other grit-eaters like the consistency of their grits.
(Yes, Mother, I use skim milk to mix my grits now, but I don't put it in anything else. And, yes, I'm still taking calcium supplements. And, yes, I know that milk is good for me. But I still think it takes like ick and smells worse.)
I like my grits on the thicker side. I don't want them to drip off of my spoon. I like it when they clump in the bowl.
But today it was thick enough to stay on the spoon and still be stirred. It was a nice change.
I don't like drippy grits that ooze. I don't think grits should be able to be consumed through a straw. Not my kind of consistency.
And don't put cheese in mine; there's no sense in ruining a good bowl of grits. Mom used to make a big cheese grit casserole for Christmas morning. Everybody seemed to like it. Sad, I think. I happily played in my little separate, but superior bowl of my fancy Christmas morning plain jane grits.
And now every morning is like Christmas morning if it's a grit morning. Except I have to go to work. And there's no presents to open.
Uglyhomans don't get the grit phenomenon. Do you?
How do you like the consistency of your grits?
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I am very disappointed that nobody else had a grit story to share.
Where's the love?
Sorry, but I just can't get on the grits train. Not enough Tennessee in me. Dreadfully sorry.
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