'Tain't corn grits, them's hominy grits, bubba. Ya eat 'em with red-eye gravy or maybe a bit of good butter and a pinch of salt. Don't never eat 'em with syrup or any other long sweetin' er somebody'll grab you by the hair and wipe the floor up with ya fer insultin' the South and bein' an all-round wuss.

Ya could maybe have jes' one grit, but I don' know why ya'd wanna. Now, 'course somebody could say you got real grit, but that there grit ain't related to grits. If you got grit, you got jes' one, singular, grit. But iffen you got grits, you got a damn good feed goin'.

Then they's a newspaper called "Grit" or at least there usta be.