In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Stone ground and cooked for 45 minutes. A little half and half and cheese added at the end. I cook the grits before hand and keep them in the fridge.No instant grits in this house.
Jeff Landry, Trump’s envoy to Greenland, visited the island’s capital this week and brought gifts for local children. What two things did he try and give them?
Landry offered the children MAGA hats and chocolate chip cookies. He even told some that if they came to his mansion in Louisiana, they could have “all the chocolate chip cookies you can eat.” The children weren’t interested.