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Yep, strawberry jam and banana. My old teacher when I was seven made it for us when we had to do some "food education".
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Well, I grew up in Omaha, and greatly embarressed my mother by ordering one in a restaurant once. Omaha's not very Southern. You can get them here in Portland too- and that's not Southern at all, unless you live in Ankorage.
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Southerns also liked chitlins and pig feet.
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