Grandson Came, Cleaned, Cooked
What fashionistas now refer to as polenta, we called it mush.
We called hominy, lye corn.
More good stuff!
Anyone who dares use the word "grits" in New Zealand is at high risk of being labelled an American hillbilly.
It is just not in our everyday lingo or diet.
I remember mush too ! Just yellow cornmeal meant to fill the stomach when there was not much else, now people think it's some gourmet thing, if they only knew.
I was puzzled regarding a line uttered by Ralph Fiennes in HOTEL BUDAPEST:
"May I offer any of you inmates a plate of mush?"
I was expecting him to say "porridge," given the background of the characters and setting. Well, the American "mush" was certainly funnier. Still, I was in conflict. We kids had mush nearly every day for breakfast back in the '50s. USA.
Grandson Came, Cleaned, Cooked.....Sylvia
"I Came, I Cleaned, I Cooked."
"FOR MY GRANDMA!"
Grits just don't sound good or appetizing.
I think I've tried them when we were in the US but I think I added them to my "what is wrong with Americans, why are they like that?" list.
If it was porridge, then yeah ... that's inedible mush, but with a Scottish accent.
In reference to your OP ,that sounds like a meal fit for a Queen.What a great grandson.
However grits ? mush ? nixtamalization sounds like something we used to cull a plague of rabbits years ago.
And that process CoCo seems like something to be avoided not eaten.
I appreciate the responses.
Different strokes for different folks.
Midwesterner here, never had grits either. Went down south and still couldn't bring myself to have corn soaked in lye mush. It just doesn't seem right, using lye like that. In my mind lye is for making soap and highly caustic. Next time I get down south I will have to try it, southerners seem to love it.
Glad you have such a nice grandson Snowbird!