Pimento cheese is the southern snack. As best as I can tell from my limited research, it does not exist above the Mason-Dixon, except in the homes of southern expatriates. To those of us who were raised on it from an early age, it evokes thoughts of home, family, and everything that is right about being from the South. To those who were deprived of this treat in their childhood, it’s just weird. In other words, it’s an acquired taste.
