As promised, I made grits and eggs for my people (ancestors) today minus the scrapple. However, I could feel the steely glares over my right shoulder (to be exact) as they judged me for the sin I was about to commit. I tried to hide the container, but decided to just face them head on with an “I’m sorry OK!”
The crime: Using quick grits.
My defense: A friend gave it to me.
I think I could claim that I was an accessory after the fact. Here’s my testimony:
I ran out of old-fashioned grits and I was really in the mood for some. After all I did promise my people. Yes you did.
A good friend drove me to the supermarket. What supermarket?
“Uh Er Whole Foods” (in a small weak voice.)
Whole Foods’ idea of grits is…let’s just say I’m not interested in “Italian Grits” aka polenta. That’s what you get for going there!
So after I buy the rest of my groceries, we get in the car and I’m moping like a child.
As I’m getting out, my friend says, “Here. You can have the grits I bought from A&P today.”
“Really?? Oh wow thanks girl!!”
I grab those grits and run!
It wasn’t until I get in the house, that I realize they’re quick grits. Womp. Womp. Woooomp.
That’s it your honor! I rest my case…LOL
The first clue I should have had that my people wouldn’t be happy with these grits was when my daughter went to reach in the cabinets for her granola, out spilled the container of grits onto the floor; spilling most of the contents.
I went ahead and made the grits because hey, I should be grateful for the gift. Dressed it up with butter and cheese. I did my best and I think they appreciate that.
Next time I’ll try, what I have been told are amazing grits from Riley/Land Pantry.
For those of you, who have questions about grits, here are two of my favorite grits snippets:
When we saw this scene for the first time as kids, we said “Grits Dummy!” at school for days upon days after. Boy did we get a good laugh. Laughter covers the pain.
THIS is why my people (again ancestors) were not pleased.