Blog: Write.Click.Cook.Listen

My first trip South of the Mason-Dixon Line (if it is indeed in Virginia like J-Fur will let some people convince her) was on a college visit to North Carolina. My dad and I pulled off at a Cracker Barrel for breakfast and I decided to try something new. I closed my eyes, buzzed my finger of the list and picked grits. At that time, as a very active high school boy who wasn't yet vegetarian, I ate nearly everything. Grits quickly became the exception. They were disgusting. I pushed the half eaten plate away. The waitress returned and asked [...]