I love being a Southerner and living in New York City. I feel like I look at my world through slightly different eyes. Not that I wander around the city staring up at the sky like, "Garsh Maw, them is some mighty fancy buildings." But maybe I am just dumb enough to amused by the things around me.
I recently went home to run in the Seaside Half-Marathon. Wandering around the grocery there I found this:
Over 20 different types of grits in one place. I am not embarrassed to say that I was excited enough to stop and take a picture of this marvel. Anyone who has ever gone looking grits in New York City understands the significance of this. Not only an ok-even-I-have-to-admit-that's-a-little-much selection of grits; but an end aisle display. A place of prestige and honor in the grocery store. I felt like lighting candles and kneeling to pay respects. The search for grits in NEw York could bring to my knees too. Except I'd be crawling along the ground scanning the bottom shelf for that single bag of Arrowhead Mills Stone-ground Grits at a Whole Foods in NYC (ps- only reliable place to buy grits here).
But that's only part of the story.
A few days later I was back doing a little shopping in my neighborhood. What earns an end-aisle display in New York? Well, we already know it's not grits...
A closer look? Sure...






