Some people will tell you that you eat grits with maple syrup.
Some will serve you “sausage gravy” that is pure milky white like Elmers and stands up like spackle.
Some will offer you hush puppies that are rolled in cinnamon and sugar.
These are people who have never been south of Maryland and know no more about what they’re serving you than they know about advanced biopharmacology. Dropped into the South they would starve to death as quickly and surely as if they were wandering the Gobi desert in Jimmy Choos.