Remember in the 70’s there was this guy in TigerBeat magazine (yeah, I read it) with hair down to his patooozy (is that a word)? He called himself ‘Jim Dandy’ and every picture that I saw of him, he was shirtless.
Now, I was more of a David Cassidy girl, however, seeing the grits did make my mind wander. Of course, after seeing what has happened to the likes of Leif Garrett, he’s probably doing time for robbing a 7/11. That said, these are darn good grits. Mama was from North Carolina so I have an inherent appreciation of these things. Go Jim Dandy, Go.