Grits.  Of all the things on my "to do" list, this one item peaks through every other line in my mind.  I made them with eggs on Sunday...an easy quick meal. Even in Publix on Monday, I made a special trip to the breakfast isle and checked out the various sized packaging--the five pound bag is much less per ounce than the smaller cylinder I have a home...No more fresh, cloth bagged, stone-ground white corn grits from Logan Turnpike Mill in Blairesville, GA, anymore either.  Now, it's not only the size to be considered, but also the shape and the "packability."  Why?  Because I'm not supposed to.  Just like kids:  tell them not to do something, you can guarantee they will try.  Well, being a kid has nothing to do with age.  In one of the practical orientation sessions we covered "What Not to Bring."  One person, after reviewing her own experience, peanut butter in this case, concluded it is just best to learn to adapt and eat the diet of the area.  That did it.  Now I can't get grits out of my mind.  I'm sure they don't have those in Germany.  (Do I dare post this?)