Many moons ago, I stopped at a Waffle House outside Atlanta for breakfast. The waitress asked me if I wanted hash browns or grits with my eggs. "Grits, please!" I figured it was time to see what a grit looked like. Hey, sum-beach, I thought to myself when the waitress placed the plate in front of me, I've seen this before. Up north it's called polenta, and they charge you more for it. At any rate, I became a grits convert. I've had Hoover's Grits for breakfast the past two days. I use chicken broth instead of water and serve with butter.