Or why not just cook up a batch and then flush 'em down the head right away, thus eliminating the middle man?(:+)

Actually, it's more fun to make fun of grits and some other classic regional foods than anything else. Truth told, I like them about as much as I do Cream of Wheat or Cream of Rice.......both slightly different, but similar. I've just never wanted them fouling up my eggs, that's a potato's job. When I mix my runny eggs with grits, I need a spoon to eat them. And I don't use ketchup either....My Dad used ketchup on damn near everything and I thought that was the way everyone did things. I now eat my steaks "Seared"....and I'd prefer raw if the numbnuts in the kitchen can't figure out how to cook one XXXXXXXXrare. My dad always ordered steak "medium-well" and of course I did too; I think I was in my teens before I realized that medium-well wasn't a cut of meat!

Some things you get over, some you don't.....My Mom did her best to teach table manners, but with my Dad for a role model it was hopeless. Karen is having the same problem of course with our sons....especially Michael...He's "Daddy's boy" alright! Sweet Corn season has ended here and once again I've escaped without a divorce, although Michael and I have often found ourselves alone at the table...............

Spaw -- Who's getting more serious about this FSGW breakfast idea!