I had an apartment in Indiana. When I gave directions to my house I used to say, “turn right at the traffic light. There’s corn on the left, my house is on the right. If you hit the soy you’ve gone too far.”

I know someone who lives in Ohio next to a corn field!!! The corn field borders a much larger soy field.

When I grew up in rural Ohio, my neighbor grew corn, soy, and had a bunch of pasture for haying. He rotated the positions (and thus the amounts) of some crops so it would depend upon the year as to which was in greater quantity.

Random Mexican tourist driving by: “Soy disappointed”.