Grits, Anyone?

Mary Alice and her grits

This post is about another one of my best friends, Mary Alice. She is gifted with such a dry-wit. It is hard to be around her over a couple of minutes before I am laughing like crazy. She is able to find humor in most stressful situations and keeps me in stitches, yet she makes me feel that she cares about me and that she is a true friend. Isn't she an awesome friend to have?

Mary Alice came to visit today and we spent the afternoon visiting. We, of course, went to lunch. We didn't do a "burger lunch". We went to Red Lobster! Yum! On the way back, we stopped to buy grits (for later - not to eat after our big lunch) . Grits is/are a staple that all of us Southerners need to exist. O. K., grits are plural because anyone who knows what grits are knows that one grit is almost impossible (well maybe not impossible, but impractical) to eat. If you haven't already eaten grits, try them - you'll like them. Be sure and put lots of salt and butter on them.