Cup's worth of stone ground white corn simmered in five cups of whole milk. Salt and pepper, stir constantly until thick. No cheese in my grits. Nothing fancied up about them.
I drop in a stick of butter.
"Mom, NO!" my sixteen year old declares, horrified.
I laugh. "Baby, that's why they taste so good."
I'm sitting here shaking my head. Your SIXTEEN year old?!!!ReplyDelete
Okay, I'm composed now. And you've clarified something for me - grits are quite different from porridge.
I'm with you, Mali. Sixteen!Delete
I must have not had the right grits because I have never much liked them. I also did not know how they were made. Hmm.ReplyDelete
I freakin' love grits.ReplyDelete