Deceased grandmother Anita Reilly’s bereaved found a trove of family recipes, including one for a beloved, secret family soup that was also “racist as fuck.”
My neighbor was a old racist, but hid it under a “I’m just a widdle ol lady”. And she loved to remind me and my brown skinned family that you used to be able to say like N*gger Cake and then go, "Oh my I hope I didn’t offend "
Racism is actually the secret ingredient, doesn’t taste the same without it.
My neighbor was a old racist, but hid it under a “I’m just a widdle ol lady”. And she loved to remind me and my brown skinned family that you used to be able to say like N*gger Cake and then go, "Oh my I hope I didn’t offend "
It didn’t help that she always screamed the N-word whenever she said it
Does it taste like diabetes?