07-25-2014, 12:46 PM
Reply to your tasteless comment that has nothing to do with poetry...
Here in the south (us) we make wonderful grits. The key is to not make them so stiff (overcooked) and the way you eat them is rarely known---you don't chew them...you swish them around your mouth to taste them, then swallow.
I should write some poem here.
This is one I found...can't say I'm a big fan, but it is a grit poem.
A poem about grits…just because I can
May 14, 2012 by Audrey McDonald Atkins
Grits are salty
Never sweet
Drenched in butter
Good to eat
But if you leave them in the pot
Pry them loose you will not
Here in the south (us) we make wonderful grits. The key is to not make them so stiff (overcooked) and the way you eat them is rarely known---you don't chew them...you swish them around your mouth to taste them, then swallow.
I should write some poem here.
This is one I found...can't say I'm a big fan, but it is a grit poem.
A poem about grits…just because I can
May 14, 2012 by Audrey McDonald Atkins
Grits are salty
Never sweet
Drenched in butter
Good to eat
But if you leave them in the pot
Pry them loose you will not