Wrong, wrong, wrong. Selma, AL. Auburn Graduate, too. Since I left the south, I've never eaten grits willingly. Michele grew up in relative affluence in Chicago. She never had to eat cracklin' grits when there was nothing else to eat like I did growing up.
Grits and turnip greens are a bad memory of my childhood and adolescence.
“Grits and turnip greens are a bad memory of my childhood and adolescence.”
Well, not to try to out do your hard times story; but I grew up on my grandfathers east Texas red clay farm (outhouse, cold shower in the well-house, etc). Anyway, we ate grits regularily. In fact, we often ate them as a breakfast ceral with some sugar, butter and milk, much the same as oatmeal is eaten today. In fact, I still make grits for breakfast from time to time (but I cheat and use the instant stuff). However, I have to confess that I am the only one in my family that will eat it - but that’s ok, more for me! Btw, I still like greens too - try them with a little tabasco. I also like southern staples such as fried okra and black eyed peas - gotta have with snaps though!