Who in my mind was probably the best breakfast cook ever produced even if she was imaginary.
I'm not talking about the most recent one that looked like a Johns Hopkins graduate. I mean the one before her that had her hair in a bandana. The original Aunt Jemima was outright racist and should have been swapped out. It was a disgrace.
If you have been following my posts for any length of time you probably have figured out I am a breakfast person. It's my favorite meal of the day and when I need to get the batteries charged I heat up the skillet and get to work. Give me a good, solid breakfast and I'm good for the day.
The Aunt Jemima to me represented a very capable woman that knew her way around the kitchen and produced amazing things with her talents.
As for those that want to drag slavery into the issue to cloud it, please do some digging. The mammy of the plantation house generally ran it with an iron fist the same way a pre WW2 First Sergeant ran a rifle company. She basically reported directly to the lord of the manor. She was a much needed and well respected part of the plantation and carried a lot of responsibility. She fed the family and had a lot to do with raising the children. Her advice was often sought after. I digress.
Come to think of it, I'll digress again. Back in the day the house got the choice cuts of meat and the slaves got the not so choice cuts of meat, some probably as tough as shoe leather. The slave woman folk learned how to turn it into some very, very tasty meals. Today what was now slave food is known as Soul Food and some of it commands a pretty high price if you eat out. (Ribs, anyone?)
Aunt Jemima, whatever race or sex she was (There are Uncle Jemimas, too) represented people (of all races) that know how to make a halfway decent Old School breakfast. For decades Aunt Jemima was my go-to pancake flour. Every time I'd buy a box I'd grin because I knew I had part of the fixin's for a good breakfast. Aunt Jemima symbolized that to me.
Now she's gone and I generally just grab a box of Walmart's Great Value and call it good. Screw Pearl Milling Company. I want the real deal. I want Aunt Jemima back on the box where she belongs.
What I figure happened is that the usual gang of liberals stirred up a few members of the black community that took the bait and decided they were offended and raised a little hell over it.
Pearl Milling caved in instantly afraid of a boycott of some sort and killed off YET ANOTHER American icon.
Who lost? All of us. Another American icon bit the dust. Buying a breakfast ingredient has gotten a little more dreary. We've lost a bit of Americana.
As for the Black community? They've given another piece of their heritage away over nothing.
And that's how the left slowly strips us of our character, one little piece at a time.
Pearl Milling Company please take note. If you bring Aunt Jemima back and return her to her place as Queen of the Breakfast Table, I'll bring back my money.
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Little sidebar here.
I remember the sit-in in the South because blacks were not allowed to eat at the Woolworth's lunch counter. I suppose they were sitting in for their rights which does make sense because the lunch counter food is pretty sorry if you ask me. They sure as hell didn't stage the protest because of the food and that's for damned sure.
I always wondered why MLK didn't just open a diner nearby and get some old women to cook there and open it to anyone. A lot of those old women can cook!
Bull Conner himself would be seen leaving with his belly sticking out with a toothpick between greasy lips and the Woolworths people would have probably shut down the damned lunch counter because they'd all be eating soul food at the diner.
To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this:
http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY