Here’s one not mentioned yet. Rhed up. It’s a PA Dutch term that means to straighten up a room as in put away the clutter, usually when getting ready for guests.
I’ve shunned the expression (sorry, pun intended), but I still haven’t determined an appropriate translation for it. I’m continually fighting the urge to use that term. There’s nothing equivalent.?
Non-native Minnesotan here. “Uffda” can be used to express a wide range of emotional responses—dismay, surprise, confusion, exhaustion, or frustration. These are quite different things, but it’s usually quite clear from the context what’s meant. Just speculation on my part, but perhaps it has such a wide range of uses because our very reserved Nordic ancestors sometimes had difficulty expressing any emotions at all. Here’s how Minnesota Monthly magazine defines it:
I thought Sunday sauce was a pretty common term (I have heard it on cooking shows). Many Italian American families would have a large meal on Sunday with lots of relatives (usually served mid-afternoon). The meal is pasta served with a tomato sauce which includes meatballs, sausage, and braciole. This sauce cooks for hours, so it is only made on Sunday when there is lots of time. Growing up in Brooklyn in a very Italian neighborhood I could literally small the sauce cooking from most houses when I walked through the streets on Sunday morning.
Custard has eggs in it and is softer than ice cream, similar to soft serve. Wisconsin, the Milwaukee area in particular, has some custard stands.
Took a seniors class (Ollie) here in Tampa about water and we asked the presenter (a retired prof) about the difference between a pond and a lake. Apparently there is no science behind how things get called- natural or artificial, large or small…
Can tell the native borns here- the Southern use of “Maam” and “Sir” when addressing people.
Grew up thinking only Wisconsin has bubblers- maybe that’s true because we prounce the r… I’ll bet the origin of the term has to do with how the water bubbled up from some drinking fountains.
Our neighborhood lake is 350 feet wide at its widest and about 700 feet long. It’s about 1/2 mile in circumference. I don’t know why we can’t call it a pond.
I spent an hour in a conference call with the Boston lawyer who is taking care of my Mom’s estate. Think the typical Boston accent on steroids.
TastyKakes all the way for me! Still love them. Soda, tractor-trailer (not semi), Blue Route (yep- Philly area), down 'da shore… Southerner (counting Texas) for43 years now- y’all, bless your heart, etc.
God bless or have a blessed day is one of my peeves. Unless I sneeze or the person addressing me has been ordained (blesses people for a living), I don’t want to hear it.
Grew up on Devil Dogs, Yankee Doodles, and the infamous Hostess Cupcake (was never a Twinkie fan - let’s face it it doesn’t contain chocolate so way bother).
I live on what is called a creek, but I’d say it’s a river. It’s a mile wide and really deep. Apparently there is no set standard for creek or river either. To me a creek would be something you could jump over or walk a horse through.