Oops. I posted the recipe in the comments to the last post. It's early. I'm off to the Rotary Club for breakfast at the Country Club-- hoity-toity! as my mother used to say. They do have the very best grits in town. Well, and the only ones I ever see. JF is only a grits eater when he's making one of those truly huge breakfasts that we only eat as brunch these days, with biscuits and gravy and eggs and bacon and ham and...gee, that sounds like what the Rotarians get!