I was a pancake lover-- during the war when meat was scarce, my folks had dinner parties serving pancakes or waffles-- with maple sirup. Good stuff. In '46 gas rationing was over, so the folks took us to the Smokey Mountains. One morning I ordered my favorite pancakes and it came with god offal syrup. I put orange marble aid on my cakes. Next day, same thing. I ask my dad what was this syrup was and it turned out to be sorghum. We grew sorghum too but to sweeten the silage for the cows.
What they lack in taste for syrup they make up in playing string instruments. What do the high school bands down there look like. Ours are brass, reads, and drums. Are your guitars, banjos, base fiddles, and bones??? Kidding-- love country music and just jealous I never learned to play even the bones — I do own a Jews’ harp> TomC