all this talk about grits has got me to thinking.
my Grandmother, rest her Soul, used to have a grits tree in her backyard. yielded the biggest individual grits i ever saw. just a few would fill ya plumb up.
won't ever forget the Sunday dinner when the new out of town Preacher came to eat Sunday dinner with us, right after closing his serman at noon.
after the obligatory fried chicken, potatoes and gravy, and green beans, he was asked if he'd like to try some grits.
his response, attempting to be PC in rural Georgia, was that he had never eaten any, but perhaps now would be a good time to try one.
