Yuck

I made the most disgusting grits this morning. I can't believe Sammie actually ate them. I don't understand why I ruin them after every attempt. Donnie makes it looks so easy. Even one of the dogs threw up after I fed him the scraps. And that's one good thing about having dogs - no food is ever wasted. Anyway, is it because I'm not a redneck? Because I'm a southern transplant? Because I'm Italian? Irish? (Depending on which parent you ask.) Hmmm, some things to think about.