Grits ain't groceries? Awww, shit, man!

To be honest, if grits ain’t groceries, I’m in trouble. About three mornings out of each week, that’s what I eat for breakfast. I’m sure they have some nutritional value. I could check, but I’m not sure that I want to know.

Actually, what constitutes “groceries” in my house wouldn’t feed a family for a day. Part of this is because I am NOT a family – I’m a single person. Have you noticed how hard it is to buy some things in reasonable sizes for one person? I do not need econo-sized. It’s not economical if half of it goes bad and has to be thrown out.

I buy one thing in bulk: paper products. Because Kleenex, toilet paper, and paper towels never go bad.

Then there’s the tree-hugger conundrum. Single-serving sized foods, or smaller packages, frequently require more packaging, which I will then need to donate to a landfill. I take my tree-hugging somewhat seriously – ask Cathy. I make her recycle at my house, because I do. I own a rotary push lawn mower. I try to walk to work when I can. I don’t buy disposable things if there are other options. I do try. But then, instant grits (in their individual packets) and individual string cheeses make the easiest breakfast, when one tires of the naturally packaged and ever-boring banana.

So, in my realm, grits ARE groceries, eggs may as well be poultry, and it would be hilarious if Mona Lisa was a man. But I eat string cheese for breakfast, so take that as you will.