I'll weigh in on the grits thing as a born-and-raised Yankee (always lived here within a 10-mile area). So anyway, my stepdad was from Mississipaaaay... and my guy was from Eudora, Arkansas... grits were in my world. Didn't care for them as a child since my stepdad MADE us eat them the way he liked them, with runny egg yolk swirled in, etc. I literally threw them up, in his car, on the way to church, an act for which I was soundly punished because I "did it on purpose". As an adult I made them for my guy. He liked them with butter mixed in, and sometimes cream. I like them that way, no other mix-ins. (Side note, never never never instant grits. You gotta put the "love" into them by cooking 'em up right for the ones you're making them for.) Haven't had them since he passed away...interesting I hadn't thought of that until just now.