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Location: Gaithersburg, Maryland | After seeing the wonderful responses to my question: "loading/unloading your trailer in the dark?", I thought I would cut and paste part of it for another thread. Wondering, what is (are?) the value of grits?
Attention Sponge Bob: As a true conservative and descendant of an Army of Virignia member, particapating in the "First Battle of Manassas," I expect you to lead the way in responses to this thread - Tom
Seems as if these northern boys don't understand the value of grits. Down here in the People's Republic of Maryland some of us really like them. Of course, you usually can't find them in the restaurants (grits, not those "northern boys"), so you gotta make them yourself. I eat them "little corn granules" almost everyday. That was one of the great things about fising the Santee Lakes (South Carolina) for dem' big ole "green trout" (LM Bass). You'd go to town everyday to the local restaurants and see the locals eating ham & grits everyday. Of course, I always wonder why they never seemed to go to work every day!!! Even Harry & Charlie (Bassmaster characters) seem to have jobs!
Not enjoying grits is one of those typical things that "liberals" do. Spnge Bob: Wondering....you think that ole "KKK" Byrd eats grits? - must be something good about him other than playing the fidle? - Tom
FYI: Yes, I live in the Peoples Republic of Maryland. However we are above the Mason-Dixon line, but I am descended from South Carilina. Trouble is, Maryland is becoming poluted with liberals!!
Edited by muskiekid 7/21/2003 3:36 AM
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| GRITS (girls raised in the south): do a Google search for the latest updates in this fine breakfast food! If Byrd eats them, then I would SERIOUSLY consider stopping; BUT...it should be obvious that even if he does eat grits, w/in 2-3 minutes, no doubt he couldn't remember what day it was, much less what he had for breakfast, so I guess his influence on me morning dining habits would be null and void! What is truely sad is the peep that finally does aquire the taste will pour sugar all over the delicacy and declare himself a partaker of all things good, and w/ that has committed the ultimate heresy; sweet potato pie and shut my mouth. Uncle Remus knew the value of hominy, and no true spoon player would add sweetner to this dish. Hopefully more peeps will sing the tune of "Give Grits a Chance"...:O |
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Location: Athens, Ohio | You boys be adding some Red Eye Gravy on them grits, now, ya hear? Side o' ham hocks, some eggs over easy, and tell me there's a better way to live! m |
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Location: Gaithersburg, Maryland | Y'all boys jump back!! Dem' grits be where it's at. Tom
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| Wish I could afford to outfit you boys in a hat and shirt from one of me favorite places in N.C., called the "Grill N Grits". A great place to stop on the way to the inlet, and open 24/7. There one can gorge on all manner of southern delicacies, each featuring GRITS! Somehow I can picture the Byrdman sipping grits from a spoon; running down his chin, his bloodshot eyes staring vacantly at the table...does he even know what year this is???:O |
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Location: Greenfield, WI | In World War II, the enemy experimented with "weapons of gastric destruction", also known as WGD! Their top weapon was grits. The war ended before they could develop it to its most terrifying potential! However, there were many demented people that secretly took some of their research materials and have found a way to distribute the materials which have now been given the generic name of "grits"!
Those evil people knew that some people will put just about anything in their mouth, if you let them!
Topping grits with butter, salt & pepper unleases its gastric fury. Sugar can in some cases partially neutralizes the detrimental effects of grits.
We all know that grits do have their place, such as the hardware store for binding two different materials together, and the trunk of your car to place under the tires when one gets stuck in mud or snow! |
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Location: Minneapolis, MN | Steve:
I'll add to your list of better uses for Grits then eating them YUK!
* When you run out of Spackle/Joint Compound
* If you want to fill that anoying crack in the patio or driveway
* Serve as food when your mother-in-law visits
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| Tsk tsk Stevie! LONG before WW2, our nation was founded on GRIT(s). John Wayne furthered this extrordinary delicacy by his famous classic, "True Grit(s)." This beloved by product of hominy is chock full of valuable nutrients, and many a southern family has been literally held together by this all round staple food. To add sugar to a bowl would be to desecrate all things hallowed, and once one becomes accustomed to grits, the "bu++ burps" you refer to will soon pass, much as a freight train late in the night...often times our fear of the unknown will keep us from experiencing the most challenging, yet thrilling things in life, so I implore you to do a little experimenting w/ the hallowed grain, my only request is that you not cheapen yourself and bring shame upon your family by adding the by product of sugar cane!:O
*Luke- feed a mom-in-law grits, and she'll soon become like a stray cat; she'll never leave your porch until you scratch her backside and add a splash of turpentine!
Also known here as "tasty paste", the uses are endless, but thanks be to grits for saving the life of many a southern dummy when used as a plug for wounds suffered during a late night domestic quarrel...
Edited by Sponge 8/1/2003 8:45 AM
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Location: Greenfield, WI | Grits= Gastric Radioactive Intestinal Turmoil Syndrome! |
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| Uneducated Yankee Fools,
We had a family friend from Louisiana who was a teacher at my Highschool in New Jersey. His name was Brother Bernadine (A Brother is a Catholic order similar to a preist but not ordained like a priest). He was my father's Latin teacher and then mine 25 years later. He was my Grandfather's golf partner and wound up teaching three generation within my family. We never had homework on Robert E. Lee's birthday and we learned to sing Dixie.
Brother Bernadine was an ophan as a baby and was sent to a Christian Monestary as a young man in Louisiana which was run by the Brothers of the Sacred Heart. He ate grits alot because that was about all they had for orpahns. Anyway, I used to visit with him every morning before school at his residence on the highschool property. He was my French tutor and later my Latin teacher. Right before I was born he made a 12 hour one way trip just to have lunch with my Mom when she and my Dad were stationed in Germany. He was a great guy to listen to and learn from. For 4 years, almost every day, he had just enough grits left for when I stopped by. I have never had grits like the ones Brother Bernadine made since then. My Mom & Dad now live in North Carolina so I have grits everytime I visit them. I even keep a box of grits in our pantry and usually have a bowl on Brother B's birthday. The more I think about it now I don't think he did anything special with the grits, it was the conversation. He was always there to set me back on the right track and one of the greatest human beings I have ever known.
So the value of grits is a little bit different for me. They will always have a special place (on my plate) because they remind of the time I spent with a great mentor and friend.
I am with you Sponge! Besides they don't taste that bad. You bunch of Sally boys! A little butter some brown sugar or syrup. That's what I am talking about! I going to have bowl right now come to think of it. If it wasn't for Useless S. Grant we'd all be eating grits and drinking sweet tea!
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| Thanks be to the WITCH DOC!!! I too am a Louisiana nativity, and the lumps on me head were not from falls or cypress sticks, but from eating grits upside down, where they would settle. If more peeps would take the time to sit down, take their time and converse over a plate of grits, eggs, hot sausages, red eye gravy and a couple slices of salt rising bread toast, they would discover a world that previously was foreign to them. A bowl of grits, flushed down w/ a cube of spicey Herb Ox chicken boullion dissolved in a cup of hot h2o will make even the coldest night feel like a day on the beach...why anyone knowingly would choose to deny themselves these pleasures is beyond me! Now get out there and discover a whole new you...if your life bites, then follow our advice...
***Chris, I used to live in coastal Carolina; if you come south to visit your parents, let us know...we hit the coast from time to time for bluefish, rockfish, pompano, redfish, black drum, sea trout, etc. bring your Dad/brother too...
Edited by Sponge 8/2/2003 10:38 PM
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