Loved this piece about your memory of your grandma's grits. For me it's my grandma's silver dollar pancakes. Who cares if we are smoothing over the memories. Your grandma having the greatest grits and my grandma having the best pancakes makes life a little sweeter I think and filled with a little more love.
"shoulder blades like wings" 😭 That part. What a gorgeous memory, Caroline! It's always the little things that we miss most. The everyday, didn't give it a second thought in the moment things. Thank you for sharing this with us.
God, I love grits. This made me miss my mama's cooking.
such a great and true Southern story/reflection....my 20 years experiences of the Deep South came flooding back: of dumplings and grits made in kitchens without much fuss by deceptively frail in older age but women of iron-clad will and abandon to discernment and memory and so much of it revolving around the basics of nourishment, food......thanks!!
We need a book about your grandmother. I love her already!!
I know what you mean about how she moved in the kitchen. I adored helping my grandmother make my grandfather’s lunch. We were side by side at the counter (I was up on a stool.) Her hands were methodical but loving as she made his sandwich and then let me wrap it in wax paper. We’d put dates and olives and all sorts of treats in his bag. Then we’d walk him to the train. Thanks for prompting a precious memory. 💕💫
I don’t like grits but I often order them because I want to like them. I recognize that is stupid but they’ve always seemed like they could fix all your problems.Thanks for verifying!
The old man who taught me how to bartend made the best Rusty Nails on earth (don’t judge, I was 20 something pretending to be 70) I would watch him make them and memorize the proportions but mine were never as good. It’s all about the love they put in ♥️
Imma make me some grits! 🙌 its all about the memories 👌im try N to think of granny food my gran made…. Hmmmm oh its the maids who did the cooking back in my home, in a “dirty kitchen” separate from the main house. I hang out there..
I love your writing Caroline.
Aww thanks, Billy!!
Loved this piece about your memory of your grandma's grits. For me it's my grandma's silver dollar pancakes. Who cares if we are smoothing over the memories. Your grandma having the greatest grits and my grandma having the best pancakes makes life a little sweeter I think and filled with a little more love.
Right?! I don’t think there’s any downside to these types of memories. True or not.
Oh my word, what a beautiful piece you have offered us. The love of and for your grandmother is palpable. ❤️
Thank you so much, Kelly. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
Proust's Madeleine; Caroline's Grits.
There's nothing more evocative than food memories
They are so vivid!!
I grew up in grits-land too, had them when I was back in Nola in March. Only time I eat them. Thanks for bringing up memories for me too.
Then you definitely know good grits!!!
What reminded you of your grandmother and her magical
grits that had you thinking about it recently?
I read a journal prompt the other night: to think about a certain food and transport myself back there.
"shoulder blades like wings" 😭 That part. What a gorgeous memory, Caroline! It's always the little things that we miss most. The everyday, didn't give it a second thought in the moment things. Thank you for sharing this with us.
God, I love grits. This made me miss my mama's cooking.
Right?! I never thought about any of this as it happened…because it always happened. Until it didn’t.
I can only imagine how incredibly she was!! 💗💗💗💗
Until it didn't...😭🫂 She was indeed incredible. I worship that woman!
Love you 🫂
Love YOU!
Grits...chicken and dumplings...mmm, you're making me hungry. Such comfort and cherished memories. So lovely, Caroline. ✨
All the good stuff!!! Thanks, Lily!!!!
such a great and true Southern story/reflection....my 20 years experiences of the Deep South came flooding back: of dumplings and grits made in kitchens without much fuss by deceptively frail in older age but women of iron-clad will and abandon to discernment and memory and so much of it revolving around the basics of nourishment, food......thanks!!
She also made the best chicken and dumplings!!!!!!!
We need a book about your grandmother. I love her already!!
I know what you mean about how she moved in the kitchen. I adored helping my grandmother make my grandfather’s lunch. We were side by side at the counter (I was up on a stool.) Her hands were methodical but loving as she made his sandwich and then let me wrap it in wax paper. We’d put dates and olives and all sorts of treats in his bag. Then we’d walk him to the train. Thanks for prompting a precious memory. 💕💫
These memories are so vivid!!! It brings me joy!! Thank you so 🤍💗
No one else could have written this the way you do, Caroline. 👍
Aww thanks Mike!!
Love this. Grannie is right there. 💜
Thank you, Mary!!
I don’t like grits but I often order them because I want to like them. I recognize that is stupid but they’ve always seemed like they could fix all your problems.Thanks for verifying!
The old man who taught me how to bartend made the best Rusty Nails on earth (don’t judge, I was 20 something pretending to be 70) I would watch him make them and memorize the proportions but mine were never as good. It’s all about the love they put in ♥️
I do that with brussels sprouts! I want to love them…
We’ve got to let the experts cook! And mix. And just watch in awe.
Imma make me some grits! 🙌 its all about the memories 👌im try N to think of granny food my gran made…. Hmmmm oh its the maids who did the cooking back in my home, in a “dirty kitchen” separate from the main house. I hang out there..
Kitchen is always where the good stuff happens!