After those wonderful descriptions it seems this small town, northern yankee needs to try this stuff. I laughed when I moved here to Virginia Beach and heard my husband talk about a "corndog". Now I feed the gross things to my kids, lol. For our second date my husband invited me over to his place for some "bar-b-que". I had moved here from Maine a few months before. I was excited at the thought of a nice steak cooked out on the bar-b-que. Imagine my dissapointment when he served me a sandwich with a bunch of pork stuck on it. Then there was the time he offered to "carry" me to the store................and the time he laughed till he was rolling when I told the kids to "dress their feet"............and when he looked at me like I spoke a foreign language when I asked him to get me something off the "sideboard".
This could be a fun thread with all of us so spread out around the world. Who drinks Pop and who drinks Soda???