I am a big fan of words. I love to read, I love to write, and I love discovering where words and phrases come from how different people in different places use different words to describe the same thing.
This post was inspired by a question in my Friday Fill-In. If I were a condiment, what would I be… I knew a lot of people would say ketchup or salt or pepper, so I reached back inside my brain to think of the weirdest, most off-the-wall thing I could answer and got “cheese doodle”. What’s cheese doodle? It’s that canned cheese people buy to spray on their crackers.
Now, I’m probably the only person to call it “cheese doodle”. I googled “cheese doodle” and the majority of people seem to think this is a “cheese doodle”. But I call that a cheesy poof, as in “Eric, you want some CHEESY POOFS?
But that got me thinking, what other words to I use to call things that are completely weird and different?
I’m very unusual were I live in that I call this soda. Most people around here call it “coke” or “pop”. Only 13% of the people in Indiana call it “soda. Click here to see what people call it where you live (US).
Also, I have several terms that were part of my family-language such as:
cat shit , and must turd which I always put on my weener , and for breakfast I like to eat dog nuts .
Sometimes I like to eat baloney, or boney for short, and sometimes I eat buh-log-nah, but all three taste the same. And if I really want to get fancy, I eat baloney salad. Marsh deli calls it “Sandwich Spread”.
Some oddities of language I picked up from friends, such as Ponda-gross-a and Taco Hell .
Moving to a small town, what I once called “Wal-mart”, has suddenly become THE Wal-mart, like it is the pinnacle of the retail world. Others around here call it Wally World, as if shopping there is a day of fun and adventure. I’m sorry, but navigating a wobbly cart through too-narrow aisles to pick over picked-over stuff, getting my heal ran over by some unruly brat whose mom can only say one phrase, “No! Stop that!” and getting stuck behind some 105 year old with a posture that causes question marks to turn green with envy is not my idea of FUN! and ADVENTURE! God forbid you go in on the 3rd of the month! That’s when the crazy money comes from the Social Security and the group homes and the looney bin have their field trips to Wally World. Oh! what FUN! what ADVENTURE! those days are.
Other quirks of language people often chuckle about are:
If something honks me off, I’ll say, “That just burns my biscuits!” I’m forever “lawning my mow”, cooking soup in a bucket , and my computer is on my table (not my actual computer table) My kids get an extra chuckle out of my “bucket” and “table” mistakes.
Being a Hoosier and being naturally weird anyway, there’s lots more bizarre phraseology in my repertoire, but it’s late and I’m tired. I think I’ll hit the hay, but before I do I’m gonna go get a glass of Kool-Aid.
By the way, this is my Kool-Aid: