Friend David,
I had this idea a while back, but I had ta study on it fer a spell, cuz it means ya gotta do some extra w*rk. I caint find no yellow grits in the stores round here, but we got white grits aplenty. All the cafes 'n some of the too fast food places have breakfast grits. However, some fellas begun ta sell high dollar grits. They make up tall tales bout how ta the find the rite corn, what kinda poems they read ta it whilst it grows, the magical stones they use ta grind 'em, etc.
They make dang good money in the high dollar grit trade. If ya buy a broke down mill on a purty creek ('er jest take a pichur of one fer the label), the price of grits goes up. Put "organic" 'er "natural" on the label 'n silly folks start chunkin' money at ya fast az they kin.
If ya'll dont have no high dollar grits fer sale downunder, why not start yer own company? All it takes iz corn, big grindin' stones 'n a engine ta turn 'em. Corn aint hard ta raize. What poems ya'll read ta yer corn iz up ta ya'll. I got a soft spot fer Waltzin' Matlida. :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
regards
bearridge
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. Martin Luther King Jr.