Love is Grain

Rich, creamy and oh-so-dreamy, grist are a southern superstar

Dear Grits,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

No, I can’t do that, for there are as many reasons as there are grains of grits in a big, ceramic bowl, steaming hot on a cold winter morning, awaiting a gentle caress of butter and tender shower of salt and pepper.

You have been with me my whole life as a Southerner, and you have been with us as a collective nation since the very beginning when natives shared their corn porridge-making techniques with settlers.

Oh how my heart grieves when you are misunderstood, usually by Yankees, who will pay big bucks for your snooty cousin, polenta, at those fancy Eye-talian restaurants in New York, while not realizing their American cousin has so much to offer. I only need say My Cousin Vinny.

Dressed up or dressed down, you remain your charming self. So unassuming, so undemanding. So comforting, and such a part of our culture. Thank you for the memories and all the good times to come.

Your adorning fan,

The Nitty Gritty

Grits are a perfect platform for additions—the mild flavor and rich, creamy texture allow for a number of applications, from a simple pat of butter, shake of salt and grind of pepper to the sublime like a handful of sharp, grated cheddar cheese, chopped scallions and topping of steamed shrimp.


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