So, here's how the madness started. As you may recall from my last post, Anj and I took a little trip to North Myrtle for Memorial Day with my sis-in-law and her hubs. On our first day, we were sittin on the beach, makin out a grocery list for the next few days. We were talkin about beach snacks, and I said, "Yeah, let's get some Nabs. That'll be good to hold us over between meals." And Lois Ellen (SIL - how precious is her name?!) was like, "What are Nabs?!" So, naturally, Hayden (BIL), me and Andrew were like, "What the hell? You don't know what Nabs are?" (Meanwhile, she had eaten almost a whole pack of them on the way down to the beach. She just called em crackers. Whatevs.)
This prompted me to put "Raise your hand if you know what Nabs are" on my facebook. Of course, there were lots of "likes" and mentions of other go-to southern snacks, such as pork skins, creative usage of vinegar and TX Pete, peanuts in a Coke, Moonpies, RC Cola, etc. I just assumed (we all know what they say about assuming) that everybody was on the same page here as far as what Nabs are. WRONG!
Fast forward to this weekend, I text Anj:
Can you get some Nabs when you go to the store today?
Anj: What kind?
What kind?! At first, I thought he was just messin with me because of the Nabs conversation from last weekend at the beach.
Me: Lance. Orange. Square. WTH?
Argument ensues. I'm sittin here thinkin, "Could I actually have married a man who doesn't know what Nabs are?"
A few texts later, we ended with this:
Anj: Lance is in Charlotte, genius. Don't tell me what to call crackers! (To him Nabs are any ole kind of raggedy po-dunk cracker with peanut butter in it, I guess).
Me: You can call em by their label if you want to Shug, but Nabs are Lance, orange and square. Anyhooo......can you please bring me some from the store, thanks. (He probably won't now, just for spite).
So, I thought, this clearly needs more discussion, and I WOULD LOVE to have your feedback, dear readers. I have grown up always callin them Nabs, and it has never occurred to me to call them anything else. Although, I don't know that this is just a southern thing - clearly my husband (from the Charlotte area) does not agree with me on what Nabs are. Also, if I remember correctly, when my meemaw lived in Notasulga, AL, they didn't know what Nabs were either. But, to me, Nabs are this:
4) contain peanut butter in the middle
And, I love em so much that I love to open the cabinet and find them in larger quantities such as this:
Let me help you even more, dear shugs, they taste best with one of the following: (Regular Coke is better, but I don't think you look like as much of a yuppy (as my dear father in law loves to say) drinkin Diet Coke with Nabs as you would have, say 15 years ago). Plus - some of us are afflicted with the dia-bee-tus. But, hey - carbs are carbs. Just dial in them carbs in that insulin pump, sister! That's 25 grams of carbs in a bottle coke or mini coke or the 39 grams in a regular can of Coke. De. lishus. ness.
You may be wonderin why in the hell they are called "Nabs". The package clearly does not say "Nabs". (Thank you for pointing that out, Anj). And, that is because they were originally made by Nabisco until sometime in the 80's (I think).
However - Lance and Austin are the main makers of said cracker today. (Austins are nasty and too sweet and the crackers aren't as crisp. Total fail. Sorry Austins).
So, frands, my dear husband calls them Toast Chees (hiding my face in embarrassment). And he calls the other ones by their labels too - walkin around talkin bout some Nip Chee and Toasty and Whole Grains and such. And Nekot - hell, I ain't even goin there. They are sweet like cookies.
So, at least now, if you were clueless before, when you are hungry but it ain't lunch time, or it's 4:00 and it ain't quite time for supper, you'll know what your frand is talkin about when they say, "Just get you a pack a Nabs to hold you over, Shug."
More fun Nab reading can be found here and here . Happy Snackin, Y'all! :)
As per usual, all images are from google image.