It wasn’t until I went to college in Rhode Island that I discovered that “sherbert” wasn’t a real word.
"What the fuck?! You don’t guys don’t know what rainbow sherbert is?", I exclaimed to my new Ro’Dylind friends.
I grew up in the surreal land known as Pennsylvania Dutch country. Where Hersheypark is located. Where we eat scrapple and red beet eggs (my moniker). Where we use backwards grammar like “I’m going to go take a shower awhile.” - which means “While you wait, I am going to take a shower.”