Alright. Now you did it. I am forced
to respond. Here in the beeeeautiful Upper Peninsula of Michigan (Da U.P. eh?) we call everyone south of the bridge trolls. That bridge, of course, is the mighty Mackinaw Bridge that connects the upper and lower peninsulas. It's strictly a regional thing and pokes a bit of fun. I don't know what the trolls call us except yoopers. Sound better than troll now doesn't it.
I think if we extend things just a bit, we could say the Carolinas are South of the bridge as well. So don't be dis'n us Northerners. We are all cooks under one creator. You just like okra better than we do. But then again, we have wild Michigan low-bush blueberries, absolutly unmatched for flavor. And let's see you go out in your back yard and tap a maple tree. Go 'head. Let's see you do it. I din't think so! heh, heh
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the sometimes crazy, always gorgeous North