[RebelBanker]

When I was doing a bit of traveling courtesy of Uncle Sam, I had the dubious privilege of eating at a number of Army mess halls. I love grits, but I learned quickly to NEVER get them north of the Potomac River. It seems that a lot of the cooks are actually local civilians and only the Southerners know how to cook grits properly. In the north, the grits were either watery or like half-cured concrete.

[peacebaby]

A story my husband told me: After months on a Navy ship, the cook got really wierd and through a huge spoonful of grits on another mate who was severely burned.

Grits as a weapon!