Good thing I’m an adult and get to eat grits every which way I please.

Commandment 11:
Everyone should be encourage the blessing that is grits, regardless of how they choose to consume it.

For the record, I like grits all different ways. Sometimes cheese, sometimes shrimp, sometimes just butter, and when I need something sweet and delicious, with syrup. Mmmmmmm

Awesome! We’re a big grits eating family, too.

LOL! I can only imagine.

LOL!

I eat mine with maple syrup. OOOPS broke one of the commandments!

LOL! Maybe he thought the cheese was cream cheese and he was going for cheesecake-like grits.

I ran a B&B in Georgia for 7 years. My grits were made with a little cream and some shredded Gruyere cheese (a bit richer than swiss). One lady declared I could make a Yankee like grits. Not sure about that. One morning I had a guest in the dining room having breakfast with MY grits. I went out to check on him and saw him sprinkling sugar on them. I just wheeled around and went back to the kitchen. That was something I could not fix.

Isn’t it great that Marcia is such a versatile name that makes people smile when they “play around” with it? As a kid I just thought it was a weird name but now I feel blessed!

You are cracking me up! When Marcia was in 2nd grade, she brought home a paper and she had written her name at the top as “Marsha”. I asked her why she wrote it that way. She said, “That’s the way my teacher writes it.” After I laid down a dissertation on this poor little 7 year old about the origin of her name (her father and grandfather’s middle name is Marcellus) and how it’s your Mama and Daddy’s job to name you and determine the spelling, I contacted the teacher and requested a conference. We got it all cleared up!

My daughter’s name is Marcia Garvin. For fun, I love to call her Mar-see-ah Gar-see-ah. We have a family in our church with the last name Mello. I always thought Marcia should marry a Mello son so she could be Mar-sha Mello. 🙂

Hi Jackie!M

People call me everything from “Marci” (my Grandmother), to Marca without the “i” and pronouncing the c as an s as in Marsa (my Father) to Marsha, which is how I introduce myself.

My close friends call me Mar-see-ah. I answer to all of them and just let people call me whatever makes them feel comfortable. After all, I am a Southerner!! 🙂

I am retired now and my former boss who is an architect and designer has decided that my name should be spelled Marci’a. Kind of La De Da, right? LOL

Hi Marcia! I’m glad you got it all sorted out. I was determined to do whatever needed to be done to get it fixed so you can comment.

What a great “grits” story you have. Thanks so much for sharing.

I don’t know if you seen it written in any of my posts yet, but my oldest daughter is Marcia. We pronounce her name like Marsha. What about you: Ma-see-ah or Mar-sha?

Love your blog, Jackie! I just subscribed this morning. Thanks for being so responsive to my request for help in commenting. I was using my cell phone but now I am on my laptop and I do see the “Post Comment” button. Thanks for what you are doing here and I look forward to your posts.

Way to go, Georgia Jan! God bless you!

C.A.
You made me laugh! I just read a post from a Southerner about sweet grits. I’ve NEVER heard of a Southerner eating sweet grits. I’ve got nothing against sugar, mind you. I must say I do prefer my grits savory.

Thanks for stopping by, C.A.! 🙂

Stephanie,

We will forgive your sweet grandmother that slight transgression! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂