When I saw it, everything else around me disappeared. Involuntarily, I let out a gasp (which, in retrospect was rather loud) and my husband immediately asked what was wrong with me. Without regard for anyone around me, I made a B-line for the aisle and dropped what was in my hands so that I could get the grits. I was SO EXCITED! And, true to my word, I got SIX of them...sigh. I smiled from ear to ear all the way to the house. Southerners here get happy with the mention of grits while others have no idea what we talk about or why we speak so fondly of them,lol. You can eat them like this , maybe add cheese or spruce them up like this (one of my faves) . This NYE I have what I need, a nice home, a wonderful hubby, and some yummy breakfast food. What more can a girl ask for?
Up for the challenge! I spent 7 years teaching abroad in the same country, city, and school. My blog begins before the move and documents the preparation, introduction to a new city, the ups and downs of my experiences, and the end of my time here. Admittedly, posts decline as the years pass but I will continue to update through the resignation process. When I return home, I will begin to document repatriation and all that comes with it!