My hubby told me a funny story about his first real interaction with true mid-westerners when he moved to Missouri.
He was in a diner / restaurant eating his food. A family came in and sat close by reviewing the menu until the waitress came over to take their order.
This was around the time when egg substitues were just coming out and being touted as a great alternative to regular egg dishes.
When the waitress offered this option to the father he looked at her aghast and said, “Honey, I don’t make luuuuv to no fake women. I sure as heck ain’t gonna eat me some fake eggs.”
He though he was gonna spit out his food laughing after hearing that.
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