This is Peanut Butter Brickle. This South Carolina place has welcomed us with open arms and open paws again. It’s good to be back.
I say it has welcomed us with open arms because we have been waving our arms trying to keep all of the mosquitoes off of us.
They really like it here too.
And grits. Who can forget grits when you think of this South Carolina place?
Creamy and filling, you might say that they are an acquired taste to some. But beloved by many.
I suppose if you thought of mosquitoes and grits in the same train of thought, you may wonder if the two combined were a good thing. And yes. Love and beauty is certainly in the eyes of the beholder.
You see, some things may be irritating to us. Or we may wonder why someone else likes something that they do. Maybe we wonder why our opinion isn’t the only one.
But the wonderful thing about travel and life is that you get to see how diverse we all are. How where we grow up and where we live affects us as an individual. It shapes us.
So the next time someone tells you they love something or someone like a mosquito or a big bowl of gritty grits, ask them why. Hear what they think of it. They know more than you about it. Because it’s in their hearts.
And the more we learn and accept that it’s takes different favorites to make up the world, the more we become tolerant. Kind. Better. Mosquitoes, grits and all.
–Peanut Butter Brickle
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I love grits. Mosquitoes? Not so much. As for grits being an acquired taste, I guess that would be the case for folks who didn’t grow up with grits on the table several times a week. My mom would make chili grits on cold winter nights. Cooked the grits, added a couple cans of chili and stirred in some cheese (probably Velveeta because it melts so well). Taste is reminiscent of tamales. It’s pretty darned good. If you’re vegetarian or vegan, maybe not. But you could vegan cheese and vegetarian chili in your grits. That might work; I have no idea. I like Wolf Brand in mine. Grits with butter; grits with butter and sugar both on the breakfast table, usually aside eggs, but sometimes in a bowl like cream of wheat; chili grits, cheesy grits, grits with gravy… yeah, I love me some grits. But I’m from Louisiana, and when I’ve lived in other states, they were in the South, too. So, I think I’m supposed to love grits. My great grandfather made homemade grits. But he didn’t make home made mosquitoes. We just don’t care much for those critters.