True Grits

True Grits

When I was just a young man, I joined my nations forces
I was shipped to basic training and enrolled in some courses
Each morning they would march us up to the chow hall
Where we would get our breakfast and man they had it alll

One morning when I got in line, real hungry I did feel
So I got some eggs and bacon, and a big bowl of oatmeal
I sat down at a table across from a good ole Georgia boy
I still can see him to this day, I think his name was Roy

I grabbed some milk and sugar and poured them in my bowl
He just sat there and watched me like I'd just stepped on his soul
He took some salt and butter, to his bowl he added it
I just sat there and watched him, that combination did not fit

I finally said "you know my friend, that's really quite a deal"
"I've never seen salt and butter put on top of hot oatmeal"
He looked at me a moment, then in a lazy drawl
Said "Where I come from buddy, it's not strange at all"

"But I saw what you just did which I think is the pits"
"Putting milk and sugar on that nice bowl of grits"

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Judy Ball

July 21, 2011 at 2:35 PM

This is just too cute. I too am from the deep south and you never put milk and sugar on grits. Oatmeal yes but grits are "white hominy" thats made from corn and you put salt, pepper and butter on it. A lot of northern people don't know that. Here in Canada they don't even know what grits are. Loved this my friend. God Bless, JB

Bob Quigley

July 21, 2011 at 9:59 PM

You only do it once Judy. Have been a grits lover for years now. Especially cheese grits. Thanks for your comments.