“A fool and his money are soon elected.” Will Rogers
The other day, after I had exerted myself by doing the breakfast dishes and changing a roll of toilet paper, I put on this pained expression and suggested to my husband he take me out to lunch before I expired.
Actually, I just made that up. My sure fire way to get a meal at a restaurant is to tell my husband what’s available in the leftover department and ask him which of the items light his fire. “We have some of that stew with some kind of meat from two weeks ago and something that looks like eggs and something.” It’s all in the wording.
We went to a fine, little restaurant that was only 20 minutes away. The special that day was shrimp and grits. I’ve never had that before and as I’m pointing my life toward more adventure I decided to order that special. Actually, the grits were advertised as cheesy spicy. They were, and I loved them. My husband had a burger.
This was a delicious meal!
I was determined to copy this dish so I went shopping for a mix I could use to cook up some grits. The store where I stopped had pre-cooked grits in a tube. They didn’t need to be cooked or refrigerated. Bonus!
I cut off a few slices of grits and mashed them in a small skillet with some melted butter. Then I mixed in a bit of grated cheese. I think it was some aged cheddar that I had on hand. I don’t remember what I put on top of the grits but I know it wasn’t shrimp. However, the grits were as delicious as I remembered.
I’m not a fearless cook but I’m always ready to experiment, and it generally turns out to be pretty darn easy. Or as a famous chef once said, “It’s not rocket surgery!”
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.