Oh the joys of living in this area…the house is starting to smell like shit because of all the manure being spread on the fields outside and they aren’t even near done spreading yet.
You know you are from Lancaster County PA if…..
Your idea of Chicken Pot Pie has nothing to do with a pie and you can’t figure out why people might think it would.
Your driving lessons involved learning to avoid horse droppings.
You know at least 5 euphemisms for animal manure and at least 4 of them involve food.
You know how to cook, but not without butter.
You’ve ever missed school for the first day of deer season… but didn’t get in trouble.
The following words mean something to you: Fire Hall Wedding, Chicken and Waffle Dinner, Fire-police, Wooly Bear, Whoopie Pie
You spend at least 30 minutes every summer day complaining about New Jersey drivers.
You don’t understand why people would ever want to see the Amish.
The local Post Office used to be a single-family home and they close between noon and 1 for lunch.
You have ever ended a sentence with “a while”.
You do not giggle when you see the following signs: Lititz, Intercourse, Blue Ball, Bird-in-Hand
You cannot buy beer and wine from the same store.
Park City has nothing to do with skiing for you.
Agnes 1972 means something to you and you can tell stories about it.
You pronounce Lancaster in “Burt Lancaster” differently from Lancaster in “Lancaster, PA”.
You personally know many people with the name: Lapp, Lantz, Stoltzfus (or Stoltzfoos), Zimmerman, Zook
Iced Tea for you is sweeter than Pepsi.
You know someone who repairs gasoline-powered lawn mowers, but is forbidden to own one.
You think Fasnacht Day and Groundhog day are national holidays.
You know that eggs are either white or brown… and you have a preference.
You think the Mississippi is just a tad wider than the Susquehanna.
You know who James Buchanan was.
You can pronounce “Ephrata.”
You don’t have to be told what Shoo Fly Pie is.
You go to the store when the milk is “all”.
You think orange traffic cones are the natural foliage surrounding Route 30.
You have an uncontrollable urge to buy bread and milk when you hear the word, “snow.”
You know the only way to make good fastnachts is to cook them in LARD.
You live within two miles of a plant that makes potato chips, corn chips, pretzels, candy or ice cream or that packages turkeys, beans or bologna.
You do things “once,” as in, “I’ll go check in the back room once.”
You can stop along the road to buy fruit, vegetables or crafts on the “honor system.”
YOUR turkey has “filling,” not “stuffing” and most certainly NOT “dressing.”
You know that chicken corn soup from a firehouse is the most perfect food on earth.
You say things like, “Outen the lights,” “I’m calling off today” and “They’re calling for snow.”
You’ve heard of distelfinks and hex signs.
Red Beet Eggs makes your list of top ten favorite foods.
You pronounce “Suite” as SUIT, not SWEET.
You say you’re going out to the shed “AWHILE,” instead of “FOR AWHILE.”
You only buy your beer and soda by the case.
You think the roads in any other state are smooth.
You know the Penn State cheer. (WE ARE…PENN STATE!)
Hearing horses clopping down a paved street doesn’t bring you to the window to see what’s going on outside.
You prefer Hershey’s chocolate to Godiva.
You consider Pittsburgh to be “out west,” and you know the fastest way to Philly is the Turnpike.
School closings due to snow take the radio stations half an hour to finish because just about every town has its own school district.
When someone says 1972, you think, “Agnes,” and when someone says 1979, you think, “TMI.”
You call sloppy joes “barbecue.”
You think Medium Rare equals Well Done.
When it snows, they put cinders on the roads instead of sand.
You only own three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.
You have ten favorite recipes for venison.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
The local paper covers National and International headlines on one page, but requires six pages for local sports.
You think the start of deer hunting is a national holiday.
You remember fondly days of youth known as, “Snow Days.”
Words like: gumband, buggie, hoagie, chipped beef, scrapple, actually mean something to you.
The verb “to be” is useless: “Does Fido need out?”
You know what a Turkey Hill is . . .
. . . and you’ve ditched school to hang out there.
. . . and they’re the only place that sells your favorite beverage.
You’ve corrected all the errors while watching Witness. (The movie)
“Dinner” and “supper” are different concepts entirely.
You reocognize “Twin Kiss” and “Freez and Frizz,” knowing that Dairy Queen is a pale imitation.
Dutch Wonderland is neither Dutch nor much of a Wonderland.
WGAL is the source of all local celebrities and they create quite a stir when they shop in the supermarket.
The Green Dragon ain’t no Chinese restaurant.
Three words: Red Beet Eggs.
You say the correct pronunciation LANG-kist-er instead of the mispronounced Lan-CAST-er, and LEB-en-in instead of the equally incorrect Leb-a-NON.
You can give directions to Intercourse with a straight face.
Know that Wilkes-Barre is pronounced “Wilks Berry.”
Can pronounce “Knoebels.”
Can pronounce (or spell) “Schuylkill.”
Live for summer, when street fairs signal the beginning of funnel cake season.
You know the expression, “Hey naw! Watchya dewin’?”
You ask the waitress for “dippy ecks” for breakfast.
You refer to putrid animal manure smells as “Guud Country Air”
You’ve never referred to Philadelphia as anything but “Philly.” And New Jersey has always been “Jersey.”
You refer to Pennsylvania as “PA” (pronounced Peeay).
You know what a “State Store” is, and your out of state friends find it incredulous that you can’t purchase liquor at the mini-mart.
You not only have heard of Birch Beer, but you know it comes in several colors: Red, White, Brown, Gold
