GRITS.

As I am not a self-respecting Southernah, I make no apologies for my willingness to barter my first born puppy for one morning with these:

Is that so much to ask? Maybe with some cheese therein…scrambie eggs…medallion bacon. *inconsolable sobbing*

I seriously can’t go on.

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