当我说出这句话,人们一脸不可置信的看着我,好像我疯了一般。他们肯定在想,一个来自巴尔的摩的黑人--一个黑人为主的城市--居然不愿意取消其它安排去妈妈厨房吃顿热菜。我理解他们的困惑。食物一直是我们非洲裔美国人的一种生存应对机制,如果不是首要机制的话。
In many urban areas, we are forced to deal with poor housing, underfunded schools, while living in the middle of food deserts. And still my people can whip up magic - 45 different entrees from one pig alone, turning parts of the animal into delicacies. I remember one of my undergraduate history professors telling us the story of a slave cracking a perfectly healthy pig in the head with a rock until the animal looked defective so that his master would reject it, allowing the slave to keep it for a personal family feast.
在很多城区,我们不得不在恶劣的居住条件下生活、上经费不足的学校、生活在食物沙漠社区。即便如此,我的同胞也能创造奇迹--仅用一头猪,就可以做出45种不同的主食,将猪肉的每一部分都变成人间美味。我记得,一位大学历史教授讲过这样一个故事:一位奴隶用石头击打一头体格强健的猪,直至这头猪看上去不大正常,被它的主人抛弃。这样,这位奴隶就能将这头猪带走,让家人吃顿大餐。
I also understand the role that the soul food dinner plays in black families. They are both competitive - like, who makes the best potato salad? -, giving us time to share our triumphs and hardships over dishes.
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