[Sca-cooks] (OT) Space Food Sticks

[Edouard de Bruyerecourt]

Mmmmm......grits. Must be genetic. My dad grew up in Oklahoma. I never
had grits until I was an adult. Ymmmm. Hominy. Black-eyed peas and
cornbread. Biscuits and gravy. (The lack thereof was a complaint myself
and my brother had about the complimentary breakfast at the motel in
Denver).  Catfish. Frog legs. More catfish. More grits.

Edouard

Siegfried Heydrich wrote:

>    Soon, their journey to the south side shall be complete . . . today, the
>moon pies, tomorrow the boiled peanuts, sometime next week, grits! (though
>it shall be disguised as polenta so as to fool the effete, pretentious
>nor'eastern snobs . . .)
>
>
>    Sieggy, der Sudenmensch
>