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I'm Erin.  Gardening addict, incurable maker, insatiable reader, closet author, chronicler of childhood, wanderer, wonderer.  I'm glad you've come to sit a while with me.

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9.y.o.-"I have three ant bites.  Can I use this stuff I found in the first aid kit on them?  It's called ant-acid." 

9.y.o.-"It would be awesome if we had a 3-d printer because then we could print anything.  Like...like a tiny little model of Angkor Wat!"

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Saturday
Jul262014

{chortles with glee}

5 pound bag of grits.  Not available in Southern California grocery stores.  Which I get, because why would they be, but do you know how long a 1.5 pound box lasts around my house?  5 pounds means business.  5 pounds means we're getting our grits on.

~E~

Reader Comments (4)

In Durham I could even get Jim Dandy if I went to the little town next to us. My mom swore by Jim Dandy but I'm not sure my palate is refined enough to tell the difference. Here we have Winco and they have bulk grits which is a source of constant happiness to me...

July 27, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterCindy

I think I can honestly say I've never even tried Jim Dandy grits. Maybe they ARE better, but I'd have no way of knowing! More research required...

July 27, 2014 | Unregistered Commentermotherbird

We're having grits tonight for dinner. I don't feel bad about this decision one bit.

July 29, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterMarci

How can you feel bad when you're contemplating eating grits? You can try, but then the comfort kicks in and you feel better automatically.

July 29, 2014 | Unregistered Commentermotherbird

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