Cheesy Grits

Mitt Romney ate cheesy grits. So now, with a ya'll thrown in, he understands the South? I doubt it. I've got southern roots, and I don't understand the South. But I do know how grits are supposed to be eaten, and starting with "cheesy" Mitt got it wrong. As proof, I refer to the 1952 Great Grits Rebellion at North Georgia College in Dahlonega. My dad participated. He may have instigated it as few bits of mischief on that quiet campus lacked an Ed stamp of approval. As Dad related the story--many times--each morning, the dining hall plated great scoops of grits dotted with butter alongside the eggs. And the students ate them. Then someone messed with the system.One morning, the grits were served in bowls and the students were expected to like them that way. They didn't. In a moment of intense rebellion for the placid 1950s, the grits got dumped. That's where the story gets vague--I don't know if students dumped grits on tables, floors or on top of each other's closely shaved ROTC-standard crewcut heads. But the grits weren't eaten. And the next day, the grits returned to the plate. In these modern times, grits are eaten with cheese. And they are enjoyed in bowls with spoons as well as old-style plated with a side of eggs. But to understand the South, I encourage politicans to dabble in grits more thoughtfully. First., try them served on a plate next to eggs, preferrably cooked up in the kitchen of young mom with mess of young kids, who needs cheap grits to feed them. That's how many North Georgia students first learned to love them. As for "ya'll," park that word at the door, Mitt. If you're not Southern, it isn't yours.