re: #141 Alouette

What’s this cream of wheat stuff next to my scrambled eggs? /Yankee ordering his first Alabama breakfast.

I once demanded Cream of Wheat in a Texas airport, and got rather annoyed when they kept denying the existence of the Cream of Wheat. I could SEE it. Finally, I pointed, and the lady behind the counter said “Those are grits, honey.”

So I ate the grits.