Based on my mother, whenever my cousin had been around four to five, my Ebony (African-American) paternal grandfather place a bowl of rice and beans in the front of him.
My cousin instantly burst into rips and asked, вЂњWhy do the beans seem like that?вЂќ then declined for eating. My brotherвЂ™s issue had been that my grandfather hadnвЂ™t provided him old-fashioned Puerto Rican arroz con gandules, but rice that is rather white black-eyed peas.
My mother always claims that my buddy proceeded to cry and ask, вЂњWhy are the beans evaluating me personally?вЂќ
The storyline goes that my grandfather got upset and said, вЂњThis is Ebony food! YouвЂ™re Ebony!