Is there a real difference in the way we write or only a perceived difference?
We still don’t know.
But then, toward the end of the hour, the topic of food came up. Our wonderfully witty moderator, Julia Pomeroy, author of COLD MOON HOME, clued us in to one vast difference between east coast and Midwest that has nothing to do with writing. According to her and others in the audience, we eat differently. And disgustingly.
Did she mean that she doesn’t eat mashed potatoes with a dollop of canned creamed corn, that she has never salivated over porcupine balls when growing up (those ground beef balls with rice popping out), wasn’t nursed back to health as a kid with a hot toddy, brandy and all? In the Michigan Upper Peninsula we grew up arguing over which kid would get the chicken heart as the prelude to the weekly chicken dinner. We ate pasties drenched in ketchup. Pasties, as you MUST recall, are a mix of ground beef and/or pork, diced potatoes, onions, carrots, rutabagas ( an important addition if you are Finnish or Swedish) and whatever secret ingredients your family is known for, all wrapped up in a sort of pie dough, then baked until brown.
What’s wrong with New Yorkers? What’s wrong with Julia?
I bet they don’t even dunk their toast in hot chocolate, for cripes sake.