Some things are okay to cheap out on. A gas station hot dog will do just fine when you’re not going to make it until dinner, and a toddler is quickly going to figure out how to ruin any shirt you put on them.
I am from Vermont, a state fiercely protective of her few specialties. The consensus in Vermont is that leaves only turn color there in the autumn, ski mountains out west are too tall, and Canadian maple syrup contains pesticides. Likewise, Vermonters believe that any ice cream which doesn’t originate from a certain factory in Waterbury is suspect in some way.
I’ve been all around the country, and no place has got fishermen as passionate as Minnesota has. Simply drop the word “walleye” into conversation here and you’ll see minds wander toward thoughts of spinnerbaits, jigs, and white buns. Maybe it’s something in the water, or just the sheer abundance of it, that has made Minnesotans this way.