Hello and welcome to this thing we’re doing where we help you figure out what you’re gonna put in your mouth this week. Some of these are recipes we’ve tried, some of these are recipes we’re looking forward to trying, all of them are fucking delicious. Tell us what you want to put in your piehole or suggest your own recipes, and we’ll talk about which things we made, which things we loved, and which things have changed us irreversibly as people. Last week, we made good use of our leftover champagne.
My first memory of eating grits is from my first trip to Disney World. We always drove down, which took two days, and stopped in one of the Carolinas on the way up and down. And in the Carolinas, a continental breakfast at the hotel means grits. I fell in love, but throughout the years grits sort of faded from my memory because I lived up north where people ate oatmeal or maybe polenta instead. Over the last few years, however, I’ve had sort of a grits renaissance in my kitchen and my mouth. I want you to share in that joy, and thus! Here we are. What a beautiful day, y’know?