here in upstate NY, we drink soda as we did in CT, NH, VT, and ME. But, here they eat subs. In CT we launched subs at the naval yard in Groton(!) and ate grinders. Here we get booze at the liquor store or beer store, in CT it is the packy or package store. When I lived in TX we carried our groceries in paper sacks, paper bags up here in the north. My husband is a southern boy and I am a Yank so we are always dickering over the “right” way to say things. Oh, in the south, Yank is always proceeded by the word d-mn ! I make dumplings for my soups, husband makes “pastries” when he makes them,like his Cherokee gram did. (she raised him). I wear slippers indoors, he relaxes in bedroom shoes. I turn off lights, he cuts them off. Growing up, my gram in CT (from ME, a reservation) wore housedresses as did all the other older women in CT, husband’s granny wore frocks at home. His granny wore bloomers, we wore (still do, blush) panties. With my New England accent and his southern hillbilly one it is pretty funny here, or so folks have remarked. The one southern word we share is yawl (or written y’all) which I picked up living down south and find it very handy to use. Of course young folks everywhere have their own language. Bear with me on this once: I was talking about making beans in my cast iron Dutch Oven and the kids, (in their 20’s-30’s) were hysterical and asked my why I would call a pot that and please not to use that term. I showed them pics from the internet calling said pots Dutch Ovens, and I have used that term many times I think when they were growing up (guess they weren’t paying attention).. So, they proceed to tell me that the “real” meaning is farting(their term, husband’s as well)/passing gas(my term) under the covers and pulling the blanket over your bedpartner’s head. I kid you not and that is what they insist is a Dutch Oven. Off to sew up some Thanksgiving napkins, a meal in which I will probably use said pot and again incite hysteria if I forget and mention its name.
