For example, many Upstate New Yorkers talk about spending time in the summer at their "camps." For the longest time, we couldn't figure out what the obsession was over camping up here. After all, didn't they know that camping required a separation from electricity and running water and as Heather puts it, why the hell would anyone want to do that? Well, it turns out that NY'ers use the word "camp" to describe a smaller second home, usually set by a lake or near a river.
In our families, we call that the farm in Fox and the lake house in Tennessee.
|Mr. Ed & Phyllis at the "camp" in Fox, Arkansas|
|The Garrett "camp" on Lake Watagua, TN|
|This is a long way from |
the CP Wal-Mart y'all
Our vocabulary differences got us into a bit of trouble tonight. Since we've been here, we've seen sign after sign advertising "Fish Fry" at small restuarants in the area. A hankering for Qulin's very own Ann's Catfish and our curiosity got the better of us and we decided to check it out.
To us, "Fish Fry" conjures up the image of Heather's dad, Mr. Ed, deep frying catfish until it's golden brown and serving it up with some hush puppies, cole slaw, onion and a big ol' helping of tarter sauce. We darted into the Harbor House Fish Fry in Clifton Park expecting to treat our Southern taste buds to some greasy goodness. Let's just say we didn't exactly find what we were looking for.
Apparently, a "Fish Fry" in the North is a piece of fried fish served on a hot dog bun!
|One "Fish Fry" and one "Shrimp Fry" coming right up!|
Grossed out yet?? 'Cause we sure were!
|People really eat this??|