It’s 4 in the morning, and I just got through cooking a late-night recovery/sleep like a newborn baby meal here at home. While I was preparing this culinary delight the would make G. Garvin from TV One proud, I decided that I must write about something that’s bothered me for a long time: Why does my favorite “heat this up in 90 seconds and you’re good” rice have to have a damned indentured servant on it in the year 2008?
I know that it’s bad that I buy rice with a fake-ass Benson looking slave on the cover. What’s worse is, Uncle Ben actually looks like he could be one of my uncles! They really chose a generic looking old black man, because he could have been a relative of mine. He’d have a country nickname, like Uncle T-Bird, or Uncle Leftfoot, but still. He could slide in the family reunion and get a least three plates before someone asked “Who is the old guy in the blue tuxedo cooking rice over an open flame?”
I hope this made at least one of you laugh out there. If not, I don’t really care. Uncle Ben, along with some leftover chicken, has assured me of a full stomach and a good night’s sleep. I’ll consider boycotting them tomorrow or something, once I’m well-rested. Until then, thanks for helping to fill me up with your slave mascot rice.Tweet