The difference between a Northern cook and a Southern one is often revealed at the holidays.
I married a man from the South. He was living at Sidney, Kentucky, at the time, but he had roots in Georgia and Florida. He came from a place of black-eyed peas, savory ham and cornbread dressing — where a “pig tail in the beans” quite literally meant the tail of a pig in the beans. (I fished it out once at a family reunion.)