|By Ernesto Andrade (originally posted to Flickr as Incredible Isaac) [CC-BY-2.0 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons|
Up until my family moved to the Carolinas, I spent each morning before school with my grandmother. My dad would drop me off and I'd stay with her until school started. She made real grits, not the instant microwaveable ones. I'd sit at the bar and wait for her to bring a plate of steaming grits with a pat of butter melting in the middle. Even now that I'm an adult, she still occasionally makes them for me if I'm visiting.
To this day, I can't eat grits without thinking of those mornings with her. Unfortunately, the knack for making grits wasn't passed on to me. No matter how hard I try, when I try to make them, they turn into a huge glutinous ball in the pan. I have to rely on instant grits from the microwave for my fix, which isn't quite the same.
|By Dwight Burdette (Own work) [CC-BY-3.0 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons|
Chicken Noodle Soup
|Photo Credit: Flickr user Hane C Lee|