I Love My African American Mom Comments
Growing up an African American woman, in my life holds a lot of thought provoking stories! I grew up in an urban city to a single mom of eight kids.I love or traditions here in our country for American African women! I love our tradition of cooking.In this country, we have the custom of Mother's and daughter's here cooking together.My favorite dish for us is soul food cooking.I love cooking Collard Greens.I've been cooking them for th past twenty year's. I am now at the point without me I love my African American Momat in them! I've really grown and it shows.My mom who was born and breed in Georgia. A southern peach.She taught me how to cook them very well, you see I was the youngest of her eight.I used to stay with her in the kitchen all the time! I learned very good recipes from her.In tradition, the women always at big, dinners, would be together in kitchen talking, and cooking all night, but usaully it would be me and my mom because my sisters were older, grown women.I loved helping my mom though.
She taught me about the cooking of Collards. She taught me first the cleaning method.Collards are always in dirt.You have to clean them really well.My mom told me'the best Collard Greens are the ones cleaned right''If not cleaned right they are disgusting'. If they are not cleaned right they usually have dirt in them or they taste gritty.That's how you know they are not cleaned right.They have to be cleaned right!
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I love this detailed story of your special times and wisdom learned through your beloved Mom. Although I admit to never having tried Collard Greens, I now know how to cook them! Lol. It's a beautiful thing that you are proud of your heritage and who you have turned out to be. It's also wonderful that you are making these wonderful memories with your own daughter. She will truly be as grateful to you as you are to your Mom. Enjoyed this write!
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7/30/2025 2:19:21 AM # 1.0.0
Hmmm, the first line that really struck me born & bred in Georgia. I'm a massive James Baldwin follower, & he never failed to emphatically recite that element of Slavery that over shadows, yet is violently buried beneath, the work force. The core of what made Africans American, that Founding Fathers' greatest Great White Right. But I've also studied (not just read) , Blues People, by Le Roi Brown which radicalized me a pitch deeper than Baldwin's thoughts. Till I read this, I never saw The Blues in the food. As if Soul Food wasn't howling it loud enough. It was never what they gave you, or what you earned from them, it was what you do with what you have that shines thru the lies they need to sustain. Plato warned about the Blues & presribes a treatment in The Republic (Book 4) , but he never considered the significance of cooking. The threat it poses to The Republic's determination to break culture & shatter family bonds. The Blues is all but dead, suffocated by gospel & raped by Rock & Roll. Soul Food may be the last thing keeping Africans in America from becoming as American as the Scotish have been force to become English. Reverse assimilation and conquest is left exposed. I'm have Irish, our culture is drinking & potatoes, we are already gone (potatoes come from South America) . It'd be a sad life to see African defeated like the Irish. We are so devastated we started to think we're white & act it. Good luck, I hope this holds your people that much closer to the identity they risk being amputated from their hearts. It sounds like a beautiful altar that whistles as the winds of struggle blow through it.