Everyone likes a good story, don’t they? I heard one yesterday that could have only happened in our beloved Dixie.. It seems a Yankee had been visiting in rural Alabama and the hosts had really “put on the dawg” for him, as we like to say.
When he got home he wrote a nice thank you note and he mentioned that he especially liked the “hottuns”. Mystified, they could not imagine what he was talking about, until the next mealtime when the biscuits were passed.
Sure enough, as the bread was passed the hostess said, “here, have a hot one.” Mystery solved – the Yankee translated “hot one” into “hottun,” which is exactly how it sounded. Only in the South folks!!!