
however, i work at a very diverse, international organization, where unlike many of my coworkers, i was born here in the US (chicago, to be exact), and so were my parents (not in chicago). in fact, the majority of my grandparents were, too. being asked what i would bring to this international lunchtime affair, i sat there confused, and even over the phone, i think the general feeling of "huh?" was conveyed. to assist me in my mental transition to address my lack of ethnic association, my supervisor provided a vivid example: one of our chinese colleagues feasted on mice when she was younger, and her suggestion was to bring in a mouse dish (yes, little mousies) reminicsent of her childhood. i just sat there stunned. dumbfounded, even. hello, not only am i vegetarian, but that's just wrong. run, little mice, run for your lives! after this mental torment, when she asked what i would bring, all that came to mind was white bread.
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Being caucasian and from the south, I would probably bring fried cornbread. Have you ever heard of that? My grandmother who lives in Florida use to make that when I was a child. I am sure she probably still does. In the south, at least in my family, EVERYTHING was fried.
south florida, though, isn't really considered the "south." no collard greens or fried catfish on our dinner tables. fried cornbread sounds yummy!
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