Don’t judge a girl because you saw the word “Fried”. Just keep scrolling.
You know I won’t let you down.
Do you see how snuggly those little fried fish nuggets look all comfy in their bed of grits? I want to be that comfortable every time I go to bed.
Just throwing that out there. We all have to have deep fried goodness every now and then. As long as it doesn’t lead to full on gluttony like inhaling an entire fried chicken in one sitting.
Moderation, kids. Moderation.
This dish lends itself to perfection in many ways. It’s perfect for a Sunday brunch with mimosas, but will work equally as well for a weeknight dinner.
Ok, so this was basically one of those dishes created out of pure crave. I’ve had cheese grits on the mind for a week or so, and this ended up being a jackpot recipe based on what I had in mind.
It doesn’t always happen that way…but it makes me so damn excited when it does.
Sometimes my foodie mind gets going, something sparks a beautiful idea and before I know it I’m pulling things out of the fridge and pantry, feeling ON FIRE – because that’s what happens when shit gets real, right?
But – there definitely are times that I’m thinking YES!
Shit’s getting real!!
Then, it’s all too obvious – it was a false alarm. See, this is where you very quickly figure out that it won’t work…that shit – in fact – just isn’t getting real.
Like, there’s not even the slightest tiny remnant of a shit attempting to get its act together and get real. Multiple aspects could be the reason- it’s as if the food is being spiteful. I hate those moments. #foodblogger problems
Luckily, this was one of the many times that shit did, in fact, get real. Makes me so happy…
Here’s your printable-