Better your grits than mine...
Grits with pork gravy ... sigh.
I have cranberry sauce left from tonight’s supper; maybe I’ll make grits with cranberry sauce tomorrow morning. I hate leaving perfectly good food sitting around, and I’m out of cheddar cheese, anyway.
“Better your grits than mine...” Was my response a gaffe? If so, I apologize.
I have a knee-jerk reaction when someone assigns blame that obviously belongs to a perp. My husband was in a sociology class in the ‘90’s where they discussed the attack of a few “youts” upon a motorist driving through a dangerous neighborhood during the dark hours. The general drift was, “He had no business driving through that neighborhood at that hour with his car window open.” Patently nonsensical.