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All the appetizing aromas from Big Mama's kitchen greet you at the front door: Plump chicken breasts sizzling in her special batter, fresh collard greens she planted, pulled and plucked from the earth before stewing with a whole pig's foot for flavor, macaroni and cheese that should be called cheese-and-mac because the noodles are drowning in six types of dairy - and you'd better not forget the candy-dripping yams with marshmallows swirling in King Syrup. All of this complemented by Big Mama's sweet and buttery biscuits - you know, the golden, crunchy at the top ones that only she can make? Washed down with an ice cold Diet Pepsi? Sounds amazing, right? Not to me. I hate home cooked meals. 阵阵香味从妈妈厨房中传出，似在欢迎您的到来：涂抹特制面粉的大块鸡胸肉正在烘烤、自家种植的羽衣甘蓝（刚从地里拔出，很新鲜）炖猪脚、用6种乳制品制成的奶酪马克罗尼意面--你知道的，金黄色的表皮又酥又脆，只有她能做出这么美味的意面。再来一杯冰镇健怡可乐，听起来是不是超赞？我并不这么觉得，我讨厌家常菜。 People twist their faces and look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them this, wondering how a black man from Baltimore - a predominately black city - would not be willing to cancel his schedule or trade it all for a hot plate from Big Mama's. And I understand where the confusion comes from. Food has been one - if not the top - of our coping mechanisms for surviving as African Americans. | 
