I'm still appreciating the responses.
In my day, there was no such thing as quick grits.
You had to stir and stir those babies until they were creamy and delectable.
My mother would serve them with eggs, stewed rabbit, coon, or squirrel.
Oh, a note about my grandson.
He doesn't want anyone near him when he's cooking.
When he finished, he left the kitchen spotless.
Everything in its place.
OCD runs in the family.