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Monday, March 14, 2011

Glitz, Grits, and Nothing

This is a photo journalistic type blog about my trip to the PACT Ball, which means it's about nothing and has no point. It's not that I don't have any ideas. I have several kicking around, including another one about rules. But it's what I wanted to blog about and, let's face it; a blog is the ultimate in self absorption. If they could type, all toddlers would blog.

And by the way, the PACT Ball benefits Parents and Children Together, a 33 year old child abuse prevention agency.

This is me before I left for the ball with Cheryl's wrap. She lent it to me. I would not go in her house and steal her goods—or if I did, I wouldn't publish pictures of myself using them on the World Wide Web. Or maybe I would. Someone who is stupid enough to steal from a former federal prosecutor is likely to do anything.

The Guy before we left home. I do love a man in a tux. He refuses to wear those shiny patent leather formal shoes. He says he has his own tux, he'll have his own shoes and they won't be glossy. I love him for that.

Cutest Girl In the World, Me, and Precious. It may look like CGITW and I love each other more than we love Precious but it's not true. Cutie Pie and I were just having a moment. Aren't they pretty? They let me hang with them because I will make them cheese grits.

See, we love her.Not sure what I had on my mind or what I was looking at. From the looks of things, nothing good.

These are my new friends. I haven't named them yet. Maybe I should hold a contest to name them. Mr. and Mrs. CGITW found them. They are fun. I love fun. Oh! That's it. Fun Girl and Fun Guy.

Mr. and Mrs. Precious. Except for The Guy, I've known Mr. Precious longer than anyone else at the table—about 30 years, give or take. I love him. What I love most about him is he brought me Precious.

Mr. and Mrs. Cutest Girl in the World. Note that Mr. Cutie Pie is wearing hounds-tooth tie and vest. With the exception of Cheryl's wrap, we were an all Bama Fan table.

Me and the Guy. Isn't he cute? His hair is a little messy, which I blame on his hard fought trip to the cash bar—that and he had to walk across the parking lot of the Country Club after he dropped me in front. And it was raining. As you may remember from a previous blog, The Guy will not use an umbrella because the thinks they aren't manly. But I like some messy blond hair. He does not let me hang with him because I will make him cheese grits. He will not eat grits unless I lie to him and tell him it's polenta. I have no excuse for my messy hair, unless it was that I had worn myself out annoying people.

The floral arrangement on our table. It was a short one. Half the tables had tall, half short.

This is a tall one. Year before last, we sat at a table with a tall one--except it was worse. It was taller and there were mirrors involved. I became convinced it was going to topple over and kill Mr. Classy and me. I've been talking about it ever since. Maybe that's why Mr. and Mrs. Classy didn't come to the ball this year. They say it was because they just didn't want to but I think I've made them fear the floral arrangements.

And as an aside. I love the girl at this table. Love her. Hi, sweetheart. I know you are reading this. I'm so glad that towering, tottering bouquet did not kill you.

Mr. and Mrs. Classy, for your viewing pleasure and since I mentioned them. They were home, safe from fauna and flora. I like how he is looking at her like he can't quite believe his luck.

Salad. I wish I had thought to take a picture of it before I dug in. It was beautiful There was lettuce and other stuff—I don't know what—all rolled up and placed artfully on those croutons.
Main course. Note the meat. The men wouldn't go without it. They put three on their plates. The Guy ate all of his and one of mine. He would not eat the Gouda grits. Everyone agreed my grits are better than these. I suspect Chef doesn't deal in Velveeta. I forgot to take a picture of dessert. Probably, I was talking.

The Guy and Precious. And that's all. After that, I forgot I had a camera.

Cheese Grits

This is how I make cheese grits. First off, forget that nonsense about having to use old fashioned, stone ground long cooking grits. About a decade ago, when grits became all tony, some southern chefs came out and said that no self respecting southerner would use quick grits. Well. I am southern and I have plenty of self respect, as did my mother. Quick grits is the way to go. (Not to be confused with instant grits. Don't do that.) Trust me on this. I tried the long cooking ones but there was no difference except in the cooking time, which was about nine times as long as I had patience.

Decide the amount of grits you need and put that much water in a pot. Add some chicken bouillon. Bring it to a boil and stir in a quarter of the amount of quick cooking grits as you have water. (Four cups of water and one cup of grits will yield four cups of grits. It takes about twice that to feed my book club girls at the beach because they eat them all day.)

Turn the heat to medium low, cover, and cook seven minutes. Stir it every once in a while. Remove from heat. Put in some butter. For our four cup example, I'd say about half a stick. Next, (Oh, this is so bad. I don't do it for everyday grits—only beach grits and bereavement grits.) thin it out with a little heavy cream. Not much. You don't want it soupy. For the four cups, about ¼ cup.

Okay, this is the part where you are just going to have to use your judgment because I don’t know how much cheese I use. I just add it and taste it until it's right. Start with some cubed Velveeta. Add some grated cheddar. That's the basics, but I like to also use some smoked cheese—mozzarella, Gouda, cheddar, whatever you have. A little Parmesan won't hurt it and, depending on your audience, some pepper jack and a spot hot sauce is not amiss.


  1. Loved the photos. Looks like you had a great time!

  2. Thanks, Patricia. We did have fun. I'm not nearly as good a photographer as my husband and I couldn't be bothered to take the good camera but with the magic of photo editing, a photograph can be saved. I almost always get too much ceiling.

  3. Re: the cheese grits recipe. I don't think those are on Weight Watchers, especially after you add butter, cream and cheese. Well, they're on WW, but it'd be half my daily points.

    When I'm not scrutinizing every morsel I put in my mouth, I'll have to make these cause they sound awesome.

    And y'all looked really nice too. You clean up good. ~grin~


  4. Jean, I love your posts! What fun! I love seeing all the pictures of everyone -- and now I know what Mr Cutest Girl in the World looks like. A face to go with the story. :)

    The grits sound amazing! I'm a little surprised at the grits to water ratio. I always thought it was half. Or maybe I just like thick grits? Or, come to think of it, when you add all that cheese, it's going to thicken.... Yum! Now I know why they wanted to wake you up for grits. ;)

  5. You all looked great!

    I had never thought about it but you are correct that one of the best things Mr. Precious ever did for us was to bring us Precious!

    All that grits talk has made me hungry. I think I had better go find some lunch!

  6. Marilyn--Actually, grits aren't that bad. One quarter cup of dry grits equals 2 points. When I am being good, I cook them in buillon and add 1/4 cup of cheddar cheese, which is another 2 points--not bad for a big bowl of comfort food. Use sharp cheese. You get more bang for the buck (or points, as it were.) Ir you miss the butter--which I don't--use a little Molly MacButter. Good luck.

    Lynn--Yeah, they thicken up. I hate runny grits. You should go with us next year. It's fun. I don't like to get tricked out on a regular basis but it's fun once in a while. I'm too attached to my sweat pants.

    Stephanie--I had done my toes so I could wear my sparkle sandals but it was raining and in the 30's. I know you would have suffered for fashion, but I could not. Precious and CGITW wore really high heels--and they kept them on, even when we went to The Brick about midnight. Next time, I'm going to take a box to stand on for pictures.

  7. Wow! You all looked soooo good! I love the dresses and the tuxedoes! Anything formal is fun to dress up for. And, as for the wrap - Jean! How could you steal from Me?! LOL It looked good on you! I would also let it be an honorary Crimson Tide fan for the sake of the PACT ball.

    I have never, for shame as a Southerner, liked grits! However, dressing them up like you do may make them much more palatable. I shall have to try this recipe.

  8. Cheryl--I'll make those grits for you. I won't even be hurt if you don't like them. I'm secure that way.

    I heard that wrap say, "Roll Tide." I wasn't going to bring it up, but since you did. . . .

  9. Wow! What a great time you had with all your friends and how wonderful it is to see pictures of them too. ;)