Monday, January 11, 2010
It's Grits! And Waffle House Fueled Madness!
I might not like grits, but I'm HEAD OVER HEELS in love with It's Grits, an old documentary we watched Friday night on PBS.
After it was over, I felt all melty inside, full of buttery love for my fellow South Carolinians, as cantankerous and delightfully stubborn-headed as they can be at times.
I've been trying to figure out why I loved the documentary so much. I didn't grow up eating grits since my parents were foreigners from Kentucky. Did I love the film because it was made back in 1979-81, when I was a mere teen? Was it the choral arrangement? The hokey ode to grits in harmony? The men wearing plaid? The sideburns?
I think it had more to do with the shared passion. Grits brings people together: black folks and white folks, old and young, rich and poor. Just an ordinary breakfast dish, but so important!
I can't tell you how much this blows up my skirt.
Here, take a look and see what I mean.
Love, love, love it.
By the time it was over, I was on the floor, groveling for eggs. Toast. A simple glass of orange juice.
No luck! We'd cleaned out the fridge and the cupboards were bare. I ate 9 saltine crackers and cried myself to sleep.
At 7:15 the next morning, we sped to Waffle House.
To beautiful food like this.
Todd ate a large bowl of grits. The film inspired him. (He loves them anyway.)
And coffee for two, bien sûr!
It's entirely possible that Todd and I may have guzzled down a little too much joe, because when we came home, guess what we did.
WE FINALLY MOVED EVIL REFRIGERATOR!
Here he is in his lovely new habitat...
With a personality transplant to match!
Look, it's the kitchen triangle of my dreams: refrigerator, oven, and sink all within arms reach! As you can see, we're not quite done, but we're getting there.
What? Aren't you excited?
Maybe you've forgotten the Passageway of Pain.
Bye bye, Passageway! We could have cha cha lessons in my kitchen! Wanna come over?
You could help me peel wallpaper. My least favorite job.
As soon as I finish peeling and painting, we'll move in the cabinets that are sitting beside me in the office as I type. I won't miss them one bit.
So the moral of this story?
If you need to rid evil appliances from your house, drink a gallon of Waffle House coffee.
And don't forget to eat your grits!
Have a super Monday, y'all!
PS. If you're as taken with the documentary as I am, you can find more info about it here.