Ew.
Collard greens.
Every Thanksgiving since we have been down South for that holiday, we have been treated to collard greens, authentic Southern cornbread cooked in a cast iron skillet, and the best sweet potatoes and stuffing I've ever had. Southern cooks are amazing ~ but I just can't handle those collard greens. Too metallic or something.
I still don't understand the love of grits either, but I get a huge kick out of experiencing all the different ways we all cook, and all the things we love to eat and drink.
Bourbon on ice is the drink of choice, here. Brandy Manhattan, up north.
Southerners seem more laid back and friendlier too, than people up North.
Maybe something to do with all that ice we go through, down here?
:O)