I was born, and for the most part raised in Florida, and I still don't care for kumquats. I can't stand pecan pie either. I love pecans, but not in a pie. I love strawberries, and strawberry shortcake, but I won't eat strawberry pie. It's ok, I'm not really fond of grits either. One of the few true born and bred southerners that hates grits, especially the way most people make them. On rare occasions, I'll cook and eat them.
My ex loved my grandmother's grits. Once in awhile, he would encourage me to cook them. I can cook them just fine, but I hate grits, and cleaning the pan after they get cold. Superglue has nothing on cold grits. Even cold oatmeal is easier to remove from the pot, and bowls than grits. I told him that cooking grits required a special grit pot, and I'd inherit my grandmother's grit pot after she died. I got away with that for years.
One day, I walked into my grandmother's house, and she nailed me. "What's this garbage about needing a special grit pot?" "Make your man some dang grits, and cut it out with the nonsense." Busted! After that, I made grits for him.
