Welcome to the "Where I Come From" link up!
All you really need to do to participate is grab this button, plop it on your post, write about where you come from, publish it, and link up at the bottom of this post.
But if you need a little more direction then go ahead and check out this post where I explain it a bit more.
Can't wait to see your posts!
I come from a teeny tiny town in Upstate New York called Trumansburg.
T-Burg if we're being short. Bumblef*ck if we're being honest.
I say bumblef*ck because we legit do not have a stop light in our town.
It is that small.
We have about 3 to 4 thousand people in the entire town.
We have one Elementary, one Middle, and one High School.
One Post Office, one volunteer Fire Department, one dentist, one grocery store, etc.
Our graduating classes put out a whopping 90 something kids.
We're little. But not the littlest in New York, that's for sure.
And yes, there is more to NY State than just New York City, it's true.
And I can prove it. In map form. Because that's how all the cool kids prove things these days.
There's Trumansburg all pointed out in big letters for ya.
And then there's NYC way down in the lower right hand corner.
See how much more to the state there is?!
It's quite astonishing, I know.
It's not like you ever learned that in Middle School.
Anyway, T-Burg is right up the lake from Ithaca (where Cornell University is) and right in the middle of the Finger Lakes region (where there are tons of awesome wineries, great schools, pick up trucks, humble people, farmer's markets, apple orchards, rednecks, forests, pristine waterfalls, and country music).
This is home:
Our claim to fame is that picture on the top left. That would be Taughannock Falls
There ya go you got it.
It's really freakin' tall. Taller than Niagra Falls even. So don't jump off 'cause you'd die.
And 'cause I need you to stay alive so you can link up.
There's a legend off two lovers eloping and jumping off together.
Stupid. I don't believe it.
Our town is located right on the lake, Cayuga Lake to be exact.
Can you tell that our area was once inhabited by a ton of Native Americans with all of these names?
A ton of our school's mascots are named after different tribes.
Not mine though - we were the Raiders. Aka we barged into the Native American towns and raided shit.
They're called The Finger Lakes because they're long and skinny like fingers and there's ten eleven of them.
We're located on the longest one (winners) which weighs in at 37.9 miles long.
So in the summer we do a lot of boating/hanging out at the beach/grilling and picnicking at lake houses.
The Finger Lakes are also well known for their wines. Wine tours are a big thing around our parts (even for the old farts) (my Grama once threw up in a limo after one) (true life story right there) and every time I go home I stock my suitcase up with my favorites to bring back to the city.
Like this one. Red Cat by Hazlitt. Please notice the red cat sitting in a hot tub sipping on wine. That's because this is known as the original hot tub wine because back in the day they noticed that the more you drank of this the more clothes would come off.
Again with the classy act.
After touring the wineries, boating on the lake and partying in the fields at night during summer we head into the best season of them all for Central New York: FALL.
My area does fall quite well.
Maybe that's just because we have some of the prettiest forests full of changing leaves.
Or because we have plenty of pick your own pumpkin farms, apple cider mills, and corn fields to get lost in acre wide mazes.
But once the winter months come around you better fatten up and bear down because IT. IS. BRUTAL. From the end of October to the beginning of April it is absolutely frigid.
I mean, doesn't that just look like frozen hell? A pretty hell, but a numb down to your funny bone cold ass hell.
We do go sledding, skiing, and skate on ponds but that fun can only last for so long before you digits just about fall off and you cry to your mommy to help take your boots and mittens off so you can plunge your head into a mug full of hot chocolate.
Nor'easters are no joke. We lose power when the electricity lines snap from the weight of all the snow.
This is my house covered after one of those Nor'easters.
And this would be a picture of our hot tub buried up to the brim in white fluffy crap.
Definitely not drinking Red Cat in there when this happens, huh.
And of course one of the little Princess Leia playing in it all because I can and will sneak a puppy into any post that I can.
The only thing I miss about all this snow is the snow days.
We would go to sleep with our pajamas inside out hoping and praying for one.
Some years we use so many snow days that we have to cut back on spring break days to make up for the lost school.
And that is when we curse
snow days, the Superintendent.
The other good thing about winter at home is the Holidays. Everyone comes together at one of our local bars on Thanksgiving Eve and gets hammered.
And most everyone goes out and cuts down their OWN Christmas Tree before Christmas.
Me, Lil Broski, and the pup at the tree farm
Up until I went to College I had no idea that people didn't cut down their own Christmas Trees. I was amazed to learn that most everyone went and picked them out in parking lots.
How lame is that?!
We bring the whole fam, ride a in a wagon pulled by a tractor out to the farm, walk around 'til we find the best one, Dad gets out the saw, we yell timber, we pay 20 bucks and it goes in the back of the truck to get it home.
Here in the city I have to walk to a street corner and pick out a Charlie Brown tree for a whopping 60 bucks and drag the thing all the way home and into the elevator in order to get it home.
It's just not right...
But enough of the seasonal stuff let's move on to the good stuff, FOOD!
One thing that I know we have that no one else has is spiedies.
Picture a shishkabob. Picture the juicy hunks of meat on the skewer. That's basically a spiedie.
Usually chicken, marinated in the most delicious sauce ever to grace this Earth and then grilled.
Pair it with some salt potatoes (which also seem to be rare in other parts of the country) and you have yourself a meal. Yum!
We also have a crap ton of farms. So there are a ton of farmer's markets with fresh produce. We're kind of known for apples too but that's just super boring so who cares.
As for music the radio consists of two things: country and top forties.
That's about all you get.
Although after moving to NYC I realized that not everywhere has a set country station and that was SO strange to me.
I grew up on QCountry.
Sports teams aren't so standard upstate though. New York has a couple teams to choose from for every single sport so even our town has rivalries.
For instance most people tend to favor the Buffalo teams since we're considered "Upstate" and that's the closest "city".
But then there are the rest of us who actually have brains and go with the real NYC teams.
But then we narrow it down some more and weed out the ding dongs who like these teams:
and we're left with the smarties who root for the best:
MLB, NFL, NHL, and NCAA Basketball are the most watched sports in our area.
College Football isn't as popular at home just because there aren't many local colleges that excel in it.
I'm kind of a loner when all you southerners start talking about Saturday game days.
Instead, we're all about chili in the crock pot for Sunday football. That's where the real party's at.
And from the best sports teams in the country we now head to roadkill.
That's a solid segue right there if I do say so myself.
So what do we hit the most often on the road?
Let's see raccoons, possum, skunks, deer, squirrel, an occasional turtle.
We got it all. But we only have signs on the street to look out for deer.
Those little Bambi babes are everywhere.
I'm pretty sure one out of every two T-Burgers has hit a deer in their lifetime.
It's inevitable. There are just that many.
Which is exactly why hunting is also so popular in my hometown.
Sorry veggie tales lovers. It's the cold hard truth.
Kids in our school actually skip school the first day of hunting season to get a jump start on the game.
They also flaunt their catches on Facebook. So gross.
Even though my hometown is tiny it was still a great place to grow up.
Back home we are raised to be humble.
We aren't corrupted.
We grow up good. We grow up smart.
We're taught to appreciate hard work and the small things in life.
Because let's face it, in a town without enough in it to even need a stop light - we definitely have to learn to appreciate the small things.
The quiet, the country, the quality of our education.
I am now 100% a city girl through and through and I wouldn't have it any other way because that truly is me but I can never and will never forget that...
"I'm from the country and I like it that way."