now that i've puked, twice - for several reasons above - thank you, JAM.
i guess i'm starting my workday, whether i want to or not!
ok, so grits, are that comfort-food, that you eat @ 2AM or this morning - ours are sitting here barely touched.
but it's just WRONG, what JA does with/to his.
1 - order of grits
1 - order of toast
1 - egg over-easy
1 - sweet tea
then....
he takes his gooey egg
slides it off of the plate down & over, onto the plate of too-liquidy grits
(they should be thicker)
MIXES THEM TOGETHER
(hold on - i might need to puke again)
chops & blends w/ his fork as i'm sitting beside him, & KK9/FAT ALBERT across
continues to meld, like a piece of art
and i watch & say: WTF ARE YOU DOING TO YOUR GRITS?
he keeps working them, mixing
and then....
he picks up a piece of toast
(hold on - i might need to puke again)
forks a glop of egged grits
and....
(hold on - i might need to puke again)
PUTS THEM ON THE TOAST AND EATS IT!!!!
i'm sorry. and yáll hear me w/ the strongest accent that i can muster:
BUT THAT'S JUST WRONG!
i'm pretty sure, that he RUINED the integrity, of grits.
and he turns & looks @ me, and says: IT'S GOOD.