So many of our Southern-isms center around food. Some of them are names of vegetables. Others are events. A man I knew lost his wife a few years ago. He was one of the most eligible older bachelors in his town. Widows who lived there would bring a casserole to him. They would put their name on a piece of tape on the bottom of the casserole dish. The man would wash the dish and bring it to their home.