Sitting in Perkins, Grove City, yesterday morning, one of my friends noticed evidence she was back in Pennsylvania: Nestled among the grape jelly packets were apple butter packets. Other friends who have lived in a variety of states chimed in with more signs we were in PA.
We drive on the other side of the road. Just kidding! We’re only trying to pass an Amish buggy.
Heinz, not Hunts
We have 100 varieties of pasta, but no grits.
We have 50 varieties of cole slaw, and half of the varieties are spelled cold slaw, but that’s a blog for another day.
You can’t find New England Brown Bread, except in a little can in the grocery store.
You may be addressed as yinz in Pittsburgh, and you’ins in Snyder County, but never as y’all. Come to my home state to be called you guys.
Our state animal is the passive aggressive human. Exhibit A: The tee shirt featuring a bullet hole and blood with the motto “I’m fine.”
There are hitching posts at Dollar General, because, hey, Amish need to shop, too.
Sauerkraut has a rich, full life, not limited to topping a hot dog. It simmers for hours with pork until they absorb each other’s flavors and then it lands atop a mess of mashed potatoes. And you’d better eat it on January 1 or your happy new year will be over before the confetti settles.
There is no Wa Wa. Waaaah!
There is no pork roll. You have to cross a state line to get it.
Shoo, fly! isn’t something you say to a pesky insect. It’s a pie.
What have you noticed, enjoyed, or hated that is particular to Pennsylvania? Share in the comments below.