Grits. Pronounced "gree-uts", two syllables. For breakfast, with butter. We Yankees have our cream of wheat, all right, but Dixiecrats eat grits. Johnny Reb faced the northern army with only a pocket full of parched corn for rations. That is true grit.
And a girl friend in Alabama to email every day.
And Phil Harris to sing "That's what I like about the South" and a place called "Doo Wah Diddy, ain't no town and it aint no city."
Post Script: According to comments posted thus far, 9/11, the score is GRITS YAY 2, GRITS NAY 3