OK, I'm stretching it a bit with the rhyme there, but I do like to bake - crullers are a norwegian kind of doughnut, deep fried sweet egg batter, with all the guilty pleasures and calories of the grits so extolled here, but with the additional quality of actual flavor. (This is really a dig at my husband, who insists that grits are wonderful, but only obtainable in parts of the South with long memories)

Forgive me a short Fullers story. When the verbal sparring between my Mother and Dad used to get intense, the subject would turn to English/Irish relations, My Mother taking up the side of the Brits. My father lost no opportunity to make pointed remarks about English people.

A couple of years ago, I got my Dad to go on a trip to Ireland. I deliberately had us fly into London, to stay for a day before we went on. I found a pub that serves 'Pride on the handpump, and even old Dad was forced to admit that the English have their good points.