I’m from Durham, NC and this was a typical Sunday dinner(lunch to Northerners) from my childhood. My grandmother had a big garden, so we always had yellow squash fried with onions and sliced cucumbers in apple cider vinegar with salt, pepper, and a little sugar. My girlfriend moved to Durham from Pittsburg. I like to tell her that she (and miliions of other Yankees) had a subconscious urge to move South because of family legends of great Tarheel food eaten here during their last migration in the 1860s.