Beerball Posted June 28, 2016 Share Posted June 28, 2016 Both recently fled The Nutmeg State. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KD in CA Posted June 28, 2016 Share Posted June 28, 2016 Haven't seen much of NG, Pete or James lately....just sayin'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BringBackFergy Posted June 28, 2016 Share Posted June 28, 2016 Had to be BuffaloBill (no offense KD)...but Bill is into that kind of kinky ****. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chef Jim Posted June 28, 2016 Share Posted June 28, 2016 Both recently fled The Nutmeg State. The Nutmeg State? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BuffaloBill Posted June 28, 2016 Share Posted June 28, 2016 Had to be BuffaloBill (no offense KD)...but Bill is into that kind of kinky ****. I prefer the gators to be live not stuffed..... The Nutmeg State? It's another north - south thing: http://mentalfloss.com/article/55245/why-connecticut-called-nutmeg-state Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chef Jim Posted June 28, 2016 Share Posted June 28, 2016 Thanks. This would explain why BB knows about The Nutmeg State. He was around back then. But now to the issue at hand, the spiced sobriquet: Connecticut’s most popularly usedunofficial nickname is that of the Nutmeg State. During the 18th and 19th centuries, several associations between the state and the spice emerged. Early sailors would bring the valuable seed back on their foreign voyages. Over time, Yankee peddlers developed a reputation for selling fake nutmegs made of carved wood. The first recorded instance of this accusation was in a popular newspaper column of the mid-1800s, "The Sayings and Doings of Samuel Slick, of Slickville," which appeared in theNovascotian and featured the wry observations of a character created by Thomas Haliburton. In a column entitled “The Preacher that Wandered from His Text,” Samuel Slick accuses a fictional Captain John Allspice of Nahant of having "carried a cargo once there of fifty barrels of nutmegs: well, he put half a bushel of good ones into each end of the barrel, and the rest he filled up with wooden ones, so like the real thing, no soul could tell the difference until HE BIT ONE WITH HIS TEETH, and that he never thought of doing, until he was first BIT HIMSELF. Well, its been a standing joke with them southerners agin us ever since.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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