Kiss My Grits the reality

So, Kiss My Grits isn't just a blog...it's a dream I've had for a long time but was just too chicken to do anything about it. Well...that is all about to change. For those of you who know me, which is pretty much anyone who's reading this, as I don't have any followers who aren't friends, you may know that I love to cook. Here's a true confession - the only books I read are cookbooks. I'm not a chef and would never pretend to be such. I am a cook. I love to make evil, crazy, kicked up comfort food - all with ties to the South of course. I've wanted to open my own place for just about forever. Recently, my good friend Camille, left the entertainment industry to run her own lunch wagon. I was jealous for a few minutes, then in awe, then just absolutely her biggest fan ever. How brave to just walk away from the thing that has provided her a very comfortable life for so long and do something that feeds her passion.

I asked to volunteer at an event where she was serving. I was sweaty and achy and really tired at the end of the night, but you know what? I was thrilled. I was happy. I haven't felt that good in I don't know how long. That was my ah-ha moment, as the big O would say.

What the "h" am I doing this for? Staying in a job that makes me miserable? What for? All the glamor and glory? All the infinite money? Ha! I'm killing myself for no joy.

That's it. I'm making Kiss My Grits a reality. Stay tuned friends. In the next few weeks, the Kiss My Grits mobile unit will deploy. Biscuits and bbq (a noun not a verb), deviled eggs and all things deliciously Southern are coming your way in the most authentic way that Hawaii has yet to see...