As a northerner who lived in SC for 15 years, I became enamoured with the lovely grits during my time there. I admit, at first, they looked like a cross between - well, I won't go there. But they do grow on you, and now I love 'em! Grits and cheese, that old Charleson fave, shrimp and grits, fried grits, bacon grits, grits souffle - grilled grits cakes. And I am totally mystified now that I have tasted and enjoyed that magic food, why most northerners look on grits as tho they were being asked to eat dirt! Especially when its first cousin, polenta, has gained the heights it has in popular 'food fads'. One of life's mysteries, I guess - or do I just need to get a life?!