I like grits. Is it that unusual for a guy from Canada with no ties to the south? I suppose it is. I can’t really explain it. The south and southern food is just something I’m drawn to. Why fight it? There’s something inherently comforting about eating a bowl of warm grits. I like grits plain. I like them with butter. I like them with biscuits and gravy. I just like them. And the same buddy that got me the Cocoa Pebbles scoured Daytona Beach for locally made grits. I’m stoked to try Dixie Lily and Jim Dandy grits. My friend usually brings me Quaker brand which is just, well, dandy. But with five boxes of grits, I should be good till next spring.