Covered this once before.
 

There ain't no such thing as a "grit".
Grits are always plural, you can't find just one, as hard as you try.
Beer or fish is singular and plural, no such thing as "beers" or "fishes".
(quote Lewis Grizzard)
What it all boils down to is a language barrier.
Yankee's think we talk funny, when in fact God talks like we do.
As a matter a fact God probably sounds a lot like Herman Talmadge.

Also the scene in My Cousin Vinnie is pretty good concerning the grit..........ha ha:you:

Grits....in the north the Italians know them as polenta. Just another wonderful by-product of the every amazing corn..........

Grits grow on vines that hang off the southern face of the Andes Mountains...the high winds beat the grit-vines against the rocky cliff-face of the mountains for 4-6 months before the tenacious grit falls to the base of the mountain...this is where the term "stone-ground" grits comes from...what doesn't fall must be harvested by rock-climbing pygmies who are indigenous to the area...they are keenly aware the best grit is harvested one at a time w/a gentle hand, so it is a time-consuming task and many of the pygmies spend 80-90% of there time harvesting the prized grit from the cliffs..they are my heroes!!...:clap:

LMAO!!! Good stuff!!