April 30th, 2011

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It's 8AM on a Saturday morning.  Nice and cool outside.  Perfect for starting a barbque day.  Put the ribs and brisket on at 7.  They will be done around 3, hopefully since the guests will be here around then.

A little cleaning up to do but not so much I will be distracted from doing as little as possible as I babysit the ribs.  I've got coffee and grits for breakfast, cool wind on the screened in porch.  I'm grateful to be here, now. 
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Grits

When I was young I used to put sugar on grits.  Of course I put sugar on white rice, cereal, hot cereal and pretty much anything that did not already have salt on it.  The grits were not much back then.  Runny instant type stuff.  I remember eating them (is grits the only food that leans towards plurality rather than the singular 'it'?  I find it hard to think of grits as an it.. seems to be better as a them) in the cafeteria sunday brunch at Wake Forest U.  when we were growing up. 
Point being I always thought of grits as a sweet food.  But then I discovered true grit(s) so to speak.  There was a store near where my parents lived in Charleston called Hoppin' Johns.  The had real grits you could buy to make youself.  He's closed now, online only.  But I still buy grits from him (http://www.hoppinjohns.com/cgi-bin/screenbld.asp?Request=HoppinJohnHome).  I buy 4 bags at a time and freeze them.  That usually lasts me a year.  One cup of dry grits when cooked works out to a good size pot full and will last a week.  It is a salty food.  I usually add garlic, sometimes a lot of garlic (never know about those Texas vampires) when I'm cooking them.  It takes about 2 hours to cook a batch but there is nothing like it.  A ladel of grits with a fried egg on top makes a full breakfast. 
What I'm having now.  Smelling the smoke from the barbeque, hearing the noisy birds and our wind mobile.  Hanging with Zoe my friend (disguised as a dog) on the couch.