You've never lived until you have experienced the "grit-siccle". I used to work in a Wilderness Program with at risk kids. Grits was a staple of breakfast on the weekend, which we cooked "down trail" in an open air kitchen structure on a wood stove. On a semi regular basis, when we had grits, one of the kids would do something wrong and we would stop eating to go outside and talk about it. If the talk lasted more than 5 minutes the grits would cool off and stick together. When you stuck your fork in to get some, the whole portion would come out on your fork. Ahhh, the grit-siccle, those were the days.