Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Being a "True" Nebraskan
The other night at Whole Foods, Andy and I were picking out some vegetables for the week. I was weeding through the sweet corn, trying to find a couple good ears. I kept peeking in the tops and throwing them back. Andy asked me what I was doing and I replied, "finding the good ones". He said that if they didn't have worms then he buys them. I was appalled. How can you be a true Nebraskan without knowing how to pick the perfect ear of corn?! We are the Cornhusker state after all. The perfect ear of corn has both white and light yellow kernels and the full kernels extend to the tip of the corn. None of those empty kernel spaces for this girl. There's also size and shape to take into account. Sweet corn is a big deal in the summer here. The stands of local farmers are starting to pop up and I can't wait to get my hands on some real Nebraska corn.
This got me thinking. What does it mean to be a "true" Nebraskan? I'm not a fan of Cornhusker football, that's for sure. I know that is blasphemy to most Nebraskans, but I just don't. Never have, never will.
A true Nebraskan loves Runza. I could eat Runza every single day of my life. Just thinking about it right now makes me hungry.
Being a vegetarian in Nebraska? Good luck. We have some of the finest beef around. Ever heard of Omaha Steaks? That's my jam right there.
A true Nebraskan knows that the ski lift was invented here. Yes. The ski lift. In flat Nebraska.
I live right outside of an area called Aksarben. Yes, that is Nebraska backwards. We are creative folks.
If you're from Nebraska, driving through 2 feet of snow at 65 miles per hour is not a big deal.
Do you know what detasseling is? If you were from Nebraska, you would have to know that.
In Nebraska, it can easily be 70 degrees one day, and then snow the next. It happened this year. Twice. Related, a Halloween costume must be able to fit over a snow suit or be worn on it's own. You never know what the weather will be like.
Whenever you tell someone you're from Nebraska, they ask you if you live on a farm/have livestock/ride a tractor to work. I live in OMAHA. No I don't live on a farm, I've only been to a farm once. If you count cats as livestock, then yes I have livestock. And I've never ridden a tractor. Ever.
Nebraskans are some of the nicest people you will ever meet. For example, I was looking at iPad cases a few months back. The lady in the aisle with me at Target offered me her opinions of the one that she just bought. It's not uncommon for someone who is not an employee to give you advice on a project while you're in the plumbing aisle at Lowe's either.
So that's Nebraska for you.