Another NC girl here, and I could not agree more! When I was growing up, my folks would send me to summer camp where they served truly awful mass-cooked grits, no seasoning, congealed because they were room temp, and not hot enough to add butter to, even if they gave you butter... It scarred my psyche to the point where I wouldn't touch grits until I was an adult. A good friend cooked for me grits for the gods, just as you describe - slow cooked with a little salt, pepper and a dollop of butter. They've been a staple in my house ever since. Once you go grits, you don't go back!