I was in Phoenix, AZ at a Soul Food spot and immediately when me and my brother walked in I was flung into seduction by the smell of great food in the air. Its like in cartoons when the smoke from the food comes up to you and hooks you by the nostrils and then floats/drags you over to a plate of piping deliciousness.
However, that seductive smell is created with pounds of salt, sugar, and bacon fat! As a brotha who, well, wants to live- my diet is pretty conservative and excludes beef, turkey, chicken, pork, and liquor. I love to eat though and still find plenty of delicious foods and dishes to eat.
I sat down in this restaurant and as a health conscience patron the pickings were pretty slim for me. What (who) wasn’t slim was anybody else dining at the spot! Seriously, NOBODY eating there was under 200lbs. I took this picture of this grandma, mother, and daughter and thought, “Man, that is 3 generations of Put Down the Biscuit…”
I’m not being mean. It just disturbs me that the food that we associate with our culture and heritage is often deathly. I heard a big brother behind me ordering: ” I’ll take the hamhock dinner and an Xlrg Coke”