That happened to me this morning. I was reflecting on
some great shrimp and grits I had at the House of Blues in Los Angeles, and
remembered that I had some grits in the cupboard.
Hmmm … what if I took out some bacon, cut ‘em into lardons,
crisped them up in the pan, and mixed them in with some grits? Yeah, that’s the
ticket.
I thought about it for a while; every minute that passed
convinced me that it’s what I was going to make for breakfast – with buttery
scrambled eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a steaming mug of Peet’s
coffee. My mouth was already watering.
Eventually I couldn’t stand it any longer and jumped out
of bed, brushed my teeth, splashed cold water on my face, and ran to the
kitchen. You know what? I couldn’t find the grits. I swear I had some saved in
a jar. But no, no grits.
Well, kill that fantasy (it was nice, real nice, while it
lasted).
You know what? I think the wife dumped it to make room
for her big ol’ bags of flour. The naughty girl.
3 comments:
Wives are like that! You snooze, you lose. :) Hopefully you picked up some grits next time you went to the store. :)
Haw! I would suggest you go back to Costco for some, but you'd have to *really* want grits for that, I bet.
I'm going to make a special trip soon to supermarkets soon, until I find some, Carolyn and Becca. Unfortunately it's not always on store shelves in Hawaii :( so gotta go to the national chains like Safeway or Whole Foods.
~Craig
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