I loves harmony grits.

Many years ago, I volunteered to help make breakfast for the homeless one Christmas morning. I was up at 5 and drove down into the dark side of town to a small black church. Went into the basement where the kitchen was and offered my services. The kitchen was hopping, with a half dozen people already cooking bacon, sausages and scrambled eggs. Somebody asked me if I could cook, and I said I'd been a short order cook at one point in my life, so they asked me to make the grits. I'd never tasted them before, but the thought of making some home-made authentic Danish grits appealed to me, so I said, "Sure." Funny thing is, Grits are much like Farina (which my wife prefers.) You bring water to a boil and pour the ground grain in and stir it until it starts to thicken. Despite the simplicity of preparation it seemed like every person in the kitchen had their own "secret" way of making grits. It's all in the wrist... how much salt you add, making sure you stir it constantly so it doesn't get lumpy, etc. I musta done alright, 'cause everyone loved them white boy grits. First grits I ever tasted, I cooked...

It was a memorable way to start Christmas morning, serving breakfast to the homeless at a shelter.

Jerry