In regions of the country other than my own, I might be starting the day with biscuits and gravy

The thing to remember about biscuits and gravy, at least if you're not American, is that the biscuits aren't biscuits and the gravy isn't gravy. I was at a breakfast buffet once in Colorado where b. and g. were one of the options; for the guy behind me in the queue, who came from further south, they might as well have started serving nectar and ambrosia. I thought it looked weird and uninviting.

Another breakfast I had in Colorado was in a diner, and according to the menu it included a portion of grits. I'm pretty sure the grits didn't arrive - I think the waiter heard my accent and took pity.