Mainly because I like saying it. Go ahead, give it a try.
Rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it? And it makes you feel good, as well. It’s celebration and ‘in yo face!’ all rolled into one.
Wait a cotton-pickin’ second. What the heck?!!? What is this?
Booyah is soup? “Of probably Belgian origin made throughout the Upper Midwestern US”?
I am, by definition, a born and bred Upper Midwesterner. How is it I am not familiar with the food version of this awesome word?
There’s more! Not only is it food, but according to This Post on A Farmgirl’s Dabbles, it is also an event and, AND! when you make Booyah, you do so in a Booyah Kettle. Yes. It has its very own kettle. A 20. Gallon. Kettle.
Pardon me a moment whilst I sit and ponder on all which I did not know.
Part of me wants to scamper off and plan a Booyah of my own. The other part actually read the traditional schedule/menu in the above-named post and made a face. The sort of scrunched up expression that basically means… yeeeeaaaaahhhhh. Maybe not.
Then again, stranger things have happened, and I can already tell this is something that’s going to keep nagging at me.
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