Something about a pancake that's been cooked and served to you by slaves really does just taste different. Kind of like the difference between frozen veggies and fresh ones. The slave aspect just...enhances it.
It's the suffering. It's a well known fact among chefs that suffering makes food taste better. That's why veal tastes so good, and why the world's best restaurants generally pay their cooks slightly above min wage or not at all.
What the shit is in these pancakes? They are so earthy. That Aunt Jemima sure lives up to my low 1940s expectations of black people. Does anyone else pick up a nutty flavor?
I miss back when the black lady on Tom & Jerry sounded like this. I know that's racist of me. I can't help it.
I remember seeing a documentary something-or-other about black people who collect old black-face memorabilia like this out of some kind of morbid fascination. It was really strange.
I saw a documentary once about these black guys in Georgia who dress up like confederate soldiers and march around with the confederate flag in the town square every Sunday and tell people how much better things would be if the South would have won the civil war. It was really strange too.