Our traditional food comes out of our history, and when I say "our," I'm talking about "up from the south" African-Americans, who are here not as immigrants but as a result of enslavement. It's not all of us that demonize our food (I don't think you do, that's why you gave me those okra seeds, and I don't think I do, which is why I've got okra on the front of my business card and watermelon on the back) but we often demonize our food, I think, because ours is such a difficult and torturous history. Because it involves unspeakable pain. Because it involves us making the best of stuff that was not even given to us, but thrown at us. It's an easy thing to say, "that's not my food, I don't eat pig's feet." But the reality is if somebody hadn't eaten that then, we wouldn't be here today. So, we at least need to honor the journey that they had to take, and acknowledge that we stand on their shoulders. I am not here to be an advocate for chitlins, but we do have to acknowledge that that's the food that enabled survival then. That food enabled me to be here and eat lamb chops, or for someone to be vegan. That's the stuff that allowed it to happen, and we should not demonize it.