I love grits. My dad was a firm believer in big breakfasts. Bacon (or sausage, or fried ham), eggs, and grits were staples. Biscuits were optional. Toast or English muffins were novelties occasionally tolerated. Mom was happy to accommodate. Boxed "breakfast cereals" were junk food, as far as Dad was concerned, with the possible exception of Cheerios because he liked the ad they played on TV ("...and the sheriff got back to his Chee-ri-os...").
Mom and dad were both from Alabama, but they moved to Florida after the War, and my brother and sister and I were all born here in Florida.
So, I grew up with grits, and I love 'em. However, I think I would like them anyway, even if I had been born someplace else. I love Japanese and Mexican foods, also. You don't have to be from someplace to like the food, and when I travel, one of the high points of every trip is trying out the local food specialties (and beers). We can joke about the "misfortune" of being from some place, but you have no control over where you were born. I think the ordinary rural people of New England actually had a lot in common with my southern ancestors, who were all country folk from South Carolina, Georgia, and eventually (1830's) Alabama. The common people of New England as well as the southern colonies, later states, were all hard-working, self-reliant farmers of primarily British, Irish, and Scots stock. Okay, in my family tree there was a Dutchman and a French lady, too, but they were genetic outliers. All cheapskates, too... A genetic trait carried on to this day. They adapted to different environments, but they ate what they grew and you can bet they all grew corn, whether in New England or the Deep South.
I used to do business with an outfit called Liberty Banjo Company, some place in New England. I forgot what state they were in, but I remember the address was "Samp Mortar Station." I remember wondering, "What the hell is a samp mortar?" So, I looked it up. We all know what a mortar is, as in mortar & pestle, but it turns out "samp" was an old-timey name for coarsely ground corn, which was prepared by boiling in water to make a mush. As the Bard said, "A rose by another name would smell as sweet..."
Best regards,
Notchy Bob