This morning was a rough one, nausea-wise. My first mistake was brushing my tongue too far back while hurriedly trying to get ready for work. I hadn't eaten breakfast yet, thankfully, because I knew my stomach wouldn't support it, so there wasn't anything to come up. The 'hurlie swirlies' got worse on the drive to work, though, and it was then and there I decided I needed some grease - good old-fashioned grease. Originally hailing from Southern Indiana, I have a serious love of grits. Give me a plate of cheesy grits* and I will make out with you on the spot .
Upon getting to work, I grabbed my friend Tiffany and we walked over to the House Office Building "HOB" cafe so I could load up on grits (with lots of butter and salt!), bacon, and cheesy scrambled eggs. On the way there, I told her that I needed grits, STAT! And then I said "There's nothing grits can't fix!" And that, my dear friends, just might need to go on my tombstone someday. ;o)
*Mmmm...cheesy grits. That reminds me of the one of the best meals I ever had when I was in New Orleans for a bachelorette weekend (hi, Jilly - love you!) in 2008...NOLA - one of Emeril Lagasse's restaurants - is the place where dreams are perfectly prepared, folks.