So, I’m talking with my Montanian friend, Rebel Treble, one Saturday night, and I decide to ask her about foods and cultural differences I may not be aware of. See, in some states people won’t have the same foods you may have in your own.
Out on the east coast–North Carolina and upward, as far as I know–you can’t order brisket. People there, with the exception of butchers and expatriates from states that are home to brisket, don’t know what it is.
So I asked her if she knew what brisket was, and she said yes. Then she asked if I had tried flavored honey.
Wait… what? Flavored honey? It’s been days, and I still can’t wrap my head around it. I mean, honey is honey flavored. You don’t just infuse it with some flavor, such as the huckleberry honey she mentioned. I mean, that’s why you don’t have flavored ketchup. You can have dyed/colored ketchup, but you can’t have mango flavored ketchup. It’s just not right.
I think she said she may try and send some my way. If so, I’ll be sure to put it to a taste test and let you all know the results.
Oh, and if flavored ketchup exists, I’m not sure if I want to know.