To finish the story, fortunately my Dad still cooks some of the old Southern cooking. We had poke salad (really picked out of the yard), creamed corn, okra, ham, cornbread and lots more. He sent us off with pickled corn, which we love, however you have to grow up with it, to like it.
To see if a baby was truly country, my mom would let them taste pickled corn, my daughter loved it and my son hated it.
It is a little like the "dukes of hazard", that was Hollywood's version. Not exactly real. We have to look out for that in all aspects of life.
The best part of the south, it used to be called the Bible Belt, for a good reason. That is the part we need to hold on to.