My Mormon sister, her husband and their kids recently moved back to Utah, escaping from Southern Baptist country with their religion intact and a few funny stories to tell.
Living in Georgia was an eye-opener for them, and especially my sister, who up to that point had lived her entire life Behind The Zion Curtain.
She was appalled at the way the predominant religion there ran everything. She would call and regale me with stories, and I’d patiently point out it’s the same thing here, and she’d say, “No, really, Natalie, you just don’t understand.”
Apparently I didn’t. Recently, my niece called and invited my daughters over to Sunday dinner. She was very excited because dessert was going to be Black Satan Pie.
Must have picked up that recipe in Georgia….