When I asked Delia “do you know what fordite is?”
She said,
“Uhhh yeah …
… threedite, fordite, fivedite … I know them all!”
In addition to Delia’s sense of humor, I also love that I can tell her a very specific source of Fordite I seek to collect for very nostalgic, very local, and very macabre reasons, and know she won’t think I’m a monster for wanting it.