A friend of mine got to do a stint in federal prison in Kentucky back in the 60s for getting into an altercation with a cop in DC. (All crime in DC is Federal)
He was one of 10 white inmates in a sea of AfAm. They got grits for breakfast every morning.
The warden always carried out his executions right before sun up. They were still using "Old Sparky" as the method of dispatch back in those days. He said on those mornings of the execution they always got chitlins in their grits. Then the warden would enter the dining area and then in a loud southern hillbilly drawl inform the inmates, "Yeaaahhhhhh!!!!!. That's all that's left of that n...... I fried this mornin'!!!"