Monday, February 16, 2009

Editor’s Edict:

Happy President’s Day. Did you buy some sheets? I don’t understand why President’s Day was ever associated with linens. Perhaps I will look it up one day.

We have a great Gazette for you this month. Our topic is “Passion” and our writers rose to the challenge. There’s lots of good stuff…my dad gives some encouraging job-searching tips and talks about his experience with Old Indian Wild Cherry Bark Syrup in “Father Knows Best” while my mom has some passionate thoughts about Corn in “Momma Said”. (Hmmm.) You’ll find great tips on Life in Sidney Gaskins, Love, Hate, Want, Need article and on Taxes from our resident accountant, Baadja Lyne-Ouba.

Cecilie Davis Carter and Tanya Alexander-Henderson both rock the rhyming with their gorgeous poetry. Cecilie speaks of a bleak life Without Passion and Tanya smiles in the glow of what she loves. Get your last dose of literature in the ninth fiction installment of "Harlem's Awakening". Things are picking up with Harlem.

We have three new articles, “Bad Boy Joe” where we feature a Joe from our cabaret; "Brown Bettie Beautifully" by Keena Ferguson and “Brown Bettie Knows Best” where you can get tips from the forthcoming “Brown Betties Guide to How To Look For Love In All The Wrong Places”. Fun times, kids!

Our featured February Brown Bettie is fabulous Brooklyn author, Asha Bandele (The Prisoner's Wife, Something Like Beautiful)…as you read her interview, get ready to be schooled, like I was!

Check out the NEW www.brownbetties.com for more Brown Betties. There’s so much there! If you have any comments, feel free to hit me up at peppur@brownbetties.com

xo
The Hot One
Brown Bettie Radiates
Asha Bandele
Author

Award-winning author and single-mother, Asha Bandele is more than "Something Like Beautiful", the title of her latest novel, available now on Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble. She is brave. She bares her soul so that others may learn from her experiences. Of this memoir, she says, “While it is, as the title indicates, a very personal account of parenting, the larger themes the book examines--depression, addiction, redemption--may have something illuminating for many people.”

Bandele, (The Prisoner’s Wife, Daughter) is also a poet, activist, community organizer and served as features editor and as a writer for Essence magazine.

I’d heard of Asha because of “The Prisoner’s Wife”, which is her memoir of marrying an incarcerated man (psst, it went through four printings in hardcover and twelve through paperback!). I contacted her to see if she would be our February Brown Bettie when I recently received an email she sent which included the following excerpt from her latest dedicated work, which took three full rewrites over four years:

This is a book about love and this is a book about rage. This is a book about those opposing emotions and what happens to a woman, a mother when, with equal weight, they occupy the seat of your heart. This is a book about what happened when they occupied the seat of mine at the very time when all I should have known, all I was told I should have known, was joy. Because what else is there but joy when a mother is staring into the brilliant eyes of the daughter she dreamed of, prayed for and finally, finally made manifest? My laughter then, in those hours, days, weeks and early months when Nisa was new and in my arms, on my breast, then, in those days, my laughter was loud, raucous even. It was regular and it was unbidden.

And then everything changed, dipped down so very, very low, but this is not a story about post-partum depression. It’s an every day life story.

Asha is the first BB I’ve featured that I didn’t know personally; however, after reading and re-reading her interview responses, I feel as though we’d shared a lovely glass of wine together that was interrupted by a call from the babysitter. Take the time to truly enjoy and digest what Asha has to say; I hope that you will have the same enlightening experience I did.

The theme for February is "Passion". What is your passion?

I don’t know that I have any one passion, unless we use the big dual umbrellas of love and justice. But on a day to day basis, I am deeply committed to seeing that all the children on my watch are able to have real childhoods, not some fast tracked path into adulthood. I grew up too fast, knew too much too soon, missed out on time, years when I could have still had some connection to innocence. And it was fair. I know I’m so very passionate about ending that pattern. And it starts with my beloved daughter, Nisa.

My momma writes an article for the Gazette where she inadvertently gives us advice. What advice would you give your daughter for when she reaches your current age?

I think I would want to remind her to trust her heart and gut. They will serve you. I want to remind her that to navigate childhood, adolescence, young adulthood is not an easy proposition in a country who’s social and financial policies are more about war and death than peace and life. And so when she gets to my age, she should know she’s a survivor. I want her to know that, and to love those who her and release those who don’t.

As a single mom, what was the process you went through in naming your daughter? (What does her name mean?)

Nisa’s name means “The woman, The guide.” Out of respect for her dad, I wanted her to have a Muslim name and Nisa comes from the third Sura (titled “Nisaa” which means “the women”) in the Qu’ran. But I didn’t want to give her one of those big names that puts a whole lot on a child, like “Mother of All Nations.” Whoa. I wanted to give her name that reflects what I most want for her: to be her own fly-ass woman.

What is one thing you'd like your readers to come away with after reading your book?

I hope that after reading Something Like Beautiful, single moms, women, people, will know that they have a right to claim the complexities and challenges of their lives and not be excoriated for being honest, for saying, Hey, I need a hand today. I hope the book helps create community, helps create the Village we so often speak of romantically but do not live in practically.

What is one thing critics get wrong about you? (Can be book critics, family critics, people-on-the-street critics...)

That’s hard to answer. Once you put something out in the world it no longer belongs to you. So I don’t know that they get it “wrong.” They get from the material what they bring to it and that’s not really something I can judge or be undone (or propped up) by. But if I had to point to one thing, I suppose it would be that because I’ve generally written memoir or “confessional” poetry, people comment on my life and not on my writing. I understand the impulse, but really to a useful critic, I think you have to assess whether or not material has literary muscle, not whether or not you think the artist is crazy.

What is the highest form of love for you?

The highest form of love seems to me to be when people push past their own judgments and accept a person for who they are. My daughter and I do this with each other.

What has been the biggest sacrifice you made for love?

Love has never been sacrifice. In love we accommodate and compromise and change and shift and give. But we also receive. We grow. We learn. We become better. Love is not a sacrifice. Real love in my life has always been a gift.

What made you smile today?

I smile every time I wake up and see Nisa, who always makes a silly morning face. She wakes up each day and radiates joy. So I wake up each day and smile.

Do you have a Valentine?
Not telling.

What makes you a Brown Bettie? (Note: A Brown Bettie is a sultry, sassy, sophisticated woman who is confidently aware that her personal journey has made her so beautifully brilliant that she deserves the spotlight!)

I’m a Brown Bettie because I’m a survivor. And because despite all my insecurities and fears, I refuse to be guided by them. And because I love children fully and completely. And because I am loving myself more each day, casting aside anyone and anything that would have me see myself as less than who I am. It’s a process. I accept that it’s a process and no longer beat myself down for not getting all right every day. I’m a Brown Bettie because I work every minute to tell the truth and live in a place of love and honor.

Asha can be reached on here on Facebook.

She is available for:
Book Readings
Teaching Writing Workshops
Lectures on The Impact of Prisons on Children and Families; Domestic Violence; and Women and Addiction
Father Knows Best


Well. It’s about time. My name is Roscoe Chambers, the proud father of (you guessed it) Peppur Chambers. Our family has been in the Human Resources and owners of an Executive Search firm for several years. And because “FATHER KNOWS BEST” I’ve been asked to contribute to the award winning “Brown Betties Gazette”. I will attempt to provide pertinent information pertaining to employment search strategy for job seekers, various employment articles, and postings of open job opportunities nationwide.

Dear readers,

First of all, I’d like to apologize for not participating in the very first BB Gazette of this year. My passion is to participate in them all, it won’t happen again. Having said that, remember the old Cliché… “All I want for Christmas is a Blah! Blah! Blah!” well that was my wish for 2009 after not having an assignment and living on unemployment for nearly 5 months. Don’t get me wrong, it was great to have a few dollars rolling in but it seemed never to be enough, but just enough. Before I knew it I had developed that “where is the mailman waltz” on the 15th and 30th of each month just around 1:30 pm. I knew his schedule like clockwork and those who have fallen prey to unemployment know exactly what I mean.

While I’ve been in the employment profession for several years, even when times were hard, the family business still produced revenue of some sort. But now with the current economy, it appears no one has totally been spared so my wish was “All I wanted for Christmas” was a job, assignment, part-time work or something. I had even threatened to become a greeter at Wal-Mart…..I certainly met the age requirement.

Nevertheless, what’s important to share was how and what I did during that time of unemployment. In this article I want to share with you my experiences and tips of what to do during the time of unemployment purgatory. I trust this information to be helpful.

1) Stay in shape….. when the body is in shape, so follows the mind. Count on utilizing every mental fiber available to sustain the mental challenges this period presents.
2) Create more than one impressive resume. You’ll be surprised as to how many positions are posted that fit your expertise but are worded and titled differently.
3) Finding a job IS a job. Don’t expect to find a job in one week or weekend. It takes time effort and energy. Typically 6 months to a year for professional positions and short of that for other disciplines keeping in mind location, location, location makes the difference.
4) Be prepared to hear the word “NO” more than “Yes”. This exercise is not for the weak or thin-skinned.
5) Stay strong!……You will eventually get YOUR job no matter how many times you interview. Speaking of interviewing……Hone your skills, there will be literally hundreds, thousands of applicants looking for that one illusive position you seek. Be prepared!
6) Network, Network, Network……Don’t be ashamed or embassrassed to let everyone know that you are between jobs…believe me you won’t be the only one. Stay close to your friends; they will tell you the truth. Associates tend to tell you what they think you want to hear.
7) Stay focused….Keep your eye on the prize. Read and stay abreast of what is happening in your profession so when asked a question you can articulate the answer with ease and confidence.
8) Don’t lose self-confidence!........ at times you will feel like you are a piece of human waste.
9) Keep your routine!….get up in the morning as if you were going to work and be productive as you search for YOUR position.
10) And most of all ……. Believe and PRAY! Case in point. On the very last day of my unemployment eligibility which happened to be on a Friday, I received a call from an employer (assignment) and they asked if I would be available to work on Monday……..are you kidding?

My prayer was: Lord, you know this is my last week of unemployment…..take over!
But beware of what you ask for….

I just want to take a few more minutes of your time and share my first two weeks of work. Certainly not parallel to President Obama’s, but about as risqué. Not knowing where the office was located I leave before dawn with an abundance of energy. Two and a half hours later the office finally opens. I’m greeted and told how grateful the company was for finding someone with my skills and expertise. That didn’t make me mad. Then I go through the on-boarding process (computer passwords, login stuff, and security badge etc.etc.) then escorted to my work area. Well, apparently the Lord blessed another person because I was informed that I would have a cube mate. So I’m thinking, if the Lord can bless me, surely he had enough juice for someone else.


Minutes pass and then I hear this heavy Texas accent quickly approaching my cube. I stand up and there she was……..About 5’6, red spiked hair, heavy make-up, (Este Lauder would have been proud) and pear shaped with a very colorful top to cover herself and she was of Native American descent (Cherokee and something else). “Hi, my name is Candy,” she says as she extended her hand and of course I introduced myself as well.

After the pleasantries for the next couple of days, it was cool but then she started bringing in all of this food and drink. Our cube began to take on the appearance of 7-eleven. Then she breaks out the peanuts, huge bags of them and of course Candy says to me, “These peanuts are good for you” (I thought my mother died in 1995). Well if you’ve ever eaten one peanut, you have to eat another one, another one and another one. Needless to say, in two weeks I was hooked. Before I knew it my office floor looked as if it were the local bar. In addition (and not to be descriptive) I can’t remember the last time my bowl movements were so regular….Psyllium and Metamucil combined are no match to the power of peanuts.

But wait! …..There’s more. One day I made the mistake of coughing. Candy looked at me and asked, “How long have you had that cough?” I told her it just started reluctantly………Mistake! Candy opened her credenza and pulls out this brown paper bag twisted at the top like the brothers had on the corner as they harmonized “Duke of Earl.” Then she said, “Take a few tablespoons of this, honey. It will knock that cough right out”. Being the visual person I am, I was somewhat skeptical because nothing visual offered any indication of what was in the bag…… but I did. The concoction had no odor and I can remember it came from a small bottle…..that’s it. I started to sip through my barely open lips and after a few hits of this stuff I nearly fell to my knees. I became short of breath, blurry-eyed, speechless and a burning sensation felt never before crept in my chest then all of a sudden the pain instantly stopped! I never coughed again. I was curious and had to find out what this stuff was. So when Candy left the cubical I opened the bag with caution to discover this mysterious liquid. The label and wording was faded with what smelled of chicken grease and difficult to read. However, when I was able to focus on the title of this hidden remedy it read: OLD INDIAN WILD CHERRY BARK SYRUP.

Unequivocally, if you want immediate recovery from a cough or cold, I highly recommend it. Until next month…..Happy Jobing!

Roscoe Chambers II is also the President of The Kennedy Group, LLC, an executive search firm that takes a broad approach in the staffing of various industries and disciplines covering levels from middle- to upper- management. Please contact him at Rchambers7@tx.rr.com
Love. Hate. Want. Need.

By Sidney Gaskins


Each month, Sidney breaks down what she loves, hates, wants or needs.

In the light of both Black History Month and Valentine’s Day I thought it fitting to highlight my passions: people, action, empowerment and Black Women in History.



Sometimes the passion you have emerges through being involved in your own Life. And sometimes it emerges from being involved in the life of another person. The funny thing about passion is that it is not an action, but a noun. However, action is required for passion to be visible. Passion can drive someone to murder, to stalk, to change their Life, to help another, and obtain sexual satisfaction. Regardless of the situation, Passion is powerful. It drove Caesar to Queen Cleopatra; it allegedly drove Jennifer Hudson’s brother-in-law to kill three members of their family; and it drove millions of Americans to the voting booths. One thing cannot be denied; passion can be used to fan the flames of a variety of actions.


T. Alan Armstrong said, “If there is no passion in your life, then have you really lived? Find your passion, whatever it may be. Become it, and let it become you and you will find great things happen FOR you, TO you and BECAUSE of you.”


Valentine’s Day happens to be the lovey-dovey holiday, where people think about love, sex, marriage, etc. One the other hand, for those who are looking for another way to celebrate Valentine’s Day in a constructive manner, which will lend itself to more than frills, bubbly champagne, and a night of “passion”; instead, consider what you are passionate about? Ponder Armstrong’s question, “If there is no passion in your life, then have you really lived?” A Life Break might be in store to assess your passions. What are you living into or for? How are you making a difference? This Valentine’s Day and Black History Month, take the following and answer for yourself:


• What would I give my time to for free?
• Who would I hug even if they did not ask?
• Whom have you not told how much they mean to you this year?
• When I die, what legacy would I like to leave?
• What makes me smile the most?
• What activity do I enjoy but do not take part in?
• What have you wanted to do but have not been brave enough to take on?


Seven little questions that can put the passion back into your Life. What is your passion? Pursue it. Oprah Winfrey did. Maya Angelou did. Madame CJ Walker did. Marian Anderson did. Lena Horne did. Lil Hardin did. Daisy Bates did. Angela Davis did. Althea Gibson did. Dorothy Height did. Your turn.


Sidney Gaskins, Family and Business Consultant/Coach, is the CEO/President Enterprising Life in metropolitan Atlanta, GA. Enterprising Life encourages individuals and businesses to look outside of the box to unleash their dreams and achieve success. For more information visit: www.EnterprisingLife.com or call 678.886.3174 .
Brown Bettie Beautifully

Our Brown Bettie Keena traveled to President Obama’s Inauguration in Washington, DC and kept a small diary. Here is Day 1 of her travels with boyfriend, Ajamu:

Day 1:
We packed our bags and headed out very early in the morning to go to one of the most historical events ever…The Inauguration of President Obama. Wow is all I can say that I am actually going to be a part of seeing the first Black President being sworn in. So we got a really good deal on a flight and decided to fly into Charlottesville, VA so we wouldn’t have to worry about traffic, high prices and not being able to get a rent a car. As we started off that morning you couldn’t help but to be in a good mood at the fact that we were on our way to witness history and we had no idea what to expect. We had 2 layovers but there was no complaining because our spirits were high. All around us in the airport you could just feel the energy of what was going on. People had on Obama gear and it seemed like everywhere you turned people were having conversations about Obama and the Inauguration. It was really rather exciting to know that all these people in different parts of the country were talking about the election of Obama.

Once we got to our final layover and got on this tiny plane, it seemed like the whole plane was going to the inauguration. It was great because there was another couple just a little younger than us and they were so enthused about sharing in this experience together as well. The more we talked other people started joining in the conversation about how much they loved Obama and how lucky we were to be going to the Inauguration. So we made it to our final destination rented a car and headed to DC. To our surprise the highway going there was smooth sailing, no traffic just open highway. Whew….we finally made it and time to get some sleep.
In My Solitude

A Life Without Passion
By Cecilie Davis Carter

Without Passion
Life stands still
Nothing to fulfill
Absent
Stagnant

Without Passion
Dreams don’t exist
Nights of emptiness
Gloomy
Hollow

Without Passion
Love passes by
Blind in both eyes
Lonely
Cold

Without Passion
There is no desire
No fire
Dry
Brittle

Without Passion
Affection is grey
Darkness is the day
No light
No fight

To be Without Passion
Is to be without life

LIVE
LAUGH
LOVE
PASSIONATLEY
The Spotlight

The It Factor
by Tanya Alexander-Henderson

Poetry does a body good, no, a soul, twice a spirit.
It clears the mind, inspires the heart, frees the worries and conquers the fears.
It keeps me sane.
It encourages my insanity and makes it alright.
It loves my pen and adores my paper.
It speaks my mind to me.
It whispers my dreams and shouts my soul.
It glows.
It bounces a cool breeze off the hot of my mind and calms me.
It quenches my thirst for passion and freedom by drenching my intentions with the flow of words.
It makes me smile and think about me in the center of all this wonderfulness.
It is love.
Love on paper and spoken out loud.
It is marvelous, fantastical and magical--marfastical! Ha!
It makes me make up words.
It makes me laugh and feel as deep as I can without tears.
It is a gift of the utmost pleasure, an orgasm from God!
It is...it is the shit. It is.
Poetry is me.

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Brown Bettie Knows Best

You, my sister, have seen the lows, you’ve rolled around in the ashes of scorched heartache ready to hang yourself with a wet rope soaked in lonely crocodile tears, and yet no one has applauded you on how well you are doing at doing something wrong. Well, because I’ve been through it too, and because everyone needs a pat on the shoulder, I salute you with these tips that will remind you whole-heartedly that you are doing everything absolutely wrong to find love. I hope these little morsels of loveless encouragement will coax you down from that painful chair of desperation, give you the strength to remove your noose and smile through your snotty haze as you nod and say, “Hey! That’s what I do!”

Ready? Let’s begin. And remember, you are not alone, my dear:

TIP 1
In your jovial effort to seem cute, bubbly and the life of the party, always make sure you are the last one at the party. Inadvertently, you will appear available yet desperate. The louder you laugh and the more men you talk to will make you seem more and more like you have nothing to go home to. As a result, you will attract all the single alien goons at the soiree much like rabid mice to a glue trap.


Bonus: If you find yourself at home feeling sorry for yourself because the goons liked you and not the cute guy you were trying to impress -- and you’re now sobbing uncontrollably while polishing off a crappy bottle of screw-top Merlot you bought at the 24-hour grocery store and watching reruns of I Love Lucy at 3am, give yourself 100 Brown Bettie points! (Keep track of your points!)

~Many Love-less Returns,
The Hot One
Bad Boy Joe
A "JOE" from Brown Betties & Joe Cabaret

Bad boy, come and play with me
Bad boy, show me your bad toys
Bad boy, you’re no good for me
Bad boy, let me show you how bad I can be…



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Joe - November 2007
(pic: Charles in L'Uomo, Italian Vogue)

What makes you a Bad Boy?
I can't resist home made chocolate chip cookies........ EVEN DURING MY MOST
STRICT REGIMENTS.... lol


Harlem’s Love Story…
For your reading enjoyment, find the ninth installment of “Harlem’s Awakening”…This is the “True Hollywood Story” (as it were) behind the love affair between Joe and Harlem that plays out in the Brown Betties & Joe: A Bedtime Story cabaret.


Chapter 9 – Fringe Benefits
Cora hadn’t seemed to notice that Harlem hadn’t answered her question. Cora was like that; she tended to ask you stuff and then just keep on talkin’ – not particularly waiting to hear what your answer was to her very question. Some would say that Cora was the type of person that liked to hear herself talk, but Harlem thought otherwise. She just thought Cora was fun and sassy.

Cora placed one scoop of vanilla ice cream in a lovely silver bowl, passed it to Harlem, and said, “I came to hear of them Brown Betties just last night when me and Harold was waitin’ for the subway. We was headin’ home to my place and I heard these two fellas talkin’. One of ‘em was actually kinda cute, the other one wasn’t. I guess it goes like that sometimes. Anyway, the cute one starts sayin’ how he was mesmerized by the bounce of some girl’s behind. Said the fringe on her panties was shakin’ harder than the ice workin’ to make a dry martini. I had to picture what that would be like and figured she had to be shakin’ her ass pretty damn hard!”

Harlem sucked on the sweet ice cream. It gave her something to concentrate on. Kept her from revealing just how well she knew about the fringe on the panties that were shaking so hard. She listened patiently so see where Cora would go next…

“You know I had to ask about that girl!”, Cora exclaimed too loudly. Her father, the owner of “Cora’s Ice Cream Parlor” shot her a pinched glance. Harlem wondered if Cora’s dad regretted naming the shop after his unruly daughter. Harlem figured he’d thought his only daughter would grow up graceful, and charming, and soothing…like ice cream. Instead he had a kid that was better suited to selling wool socks.

Cora continued, “Loud and clear I asked the cute fella where he saw such shakin’-- ‘cause Harlem, you know, I got to know about any new place that got some kind of underground business goin’ on. I’m a young woman and I got to live. I got to experience things!”

Harlem tried to avert Cora from this tricky topic by asking, “What did Harold say when you started talking to that cute boy?”

“Harold ain’t got nothin’ to say ‘bout who I’m talkin’ to. He knows where it’s at. Plus, I could see his eyes perk up too when he started picturing somebody’s ass movin’ – he likes it plenty when I--” she caught herself. The girls shared quite a bit with each other about many things; this was not going to be one of those things.

Harlem let her off the hook and reverted back to subject. “So, what’d he say?”

“He said girls be dancin’ almost every night like that at this jumpin’ joint called The Brown Betties Lounge,” Cora whispered. Her eyes were simply on fire with excitement.

“The Brown Betties Lounge…? Sounds naughty.”

“I knoooooooooow!!!” Cora squealed. One of the older women in the parlor sucked her teeth at Cora. Cora paid her no mind. She whisked her white hand towel around her head like a ceiling fan on “high”. She then cork-screw shimmied behind the bins of ice cream in the freezer while rubbing the towel on her big butt like she was polishing silver.

Harlem couldn’t help but laugh. But she sure shut up when Cora’s dad yelled, “Cora!! Go home. Now!”

Cora pretended to be solemnly sorry for acting a fool. She pushed out, “Sorry, Daddy” as she hung her head, and untied her apron. With her head down low, she whispered to Harlem, “We gonna go see them Brown Betties, Harlem.”

For a split second, Harlem thought maybe it would be OK if Cora knew of her secret. But she quickly changed her mind.

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Momma Said:
By Vicki Rogers (my momma)

Corn Fever

At work in the lobby of our building where we greet our parents as they drop off their children for the day, my boss, my co-worker and I were talking about the menu for our annual Rodeo Breakfast Event that our program offers to our families. The Tucson Rodeo is a big event in here. It brings in large dollars and gives us time to reach into the “Way-Back machine” and examine our roots. Schools take the event very seriously--to the extent of allowing the schools to close. For us, that means in our program we then have children all day instead of taking them to the public school they normally attend. Enter the “Rodeo Chuck Wagon Breakfast”.

I was trying to convince my co-workers to change the menu from the usual pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and the like, to something that would have been served from a chuck wagon. With this also being Black History Month, I started thinking about what Black cowboys would have eaten on the trail in “Wild Western” days. Naturally when people are put in new environments, they borrow from what and whom they interact with. I thought they would probably eat things that wouldn’t spoil and could be carried easily, like beans, beef jerky, and corn. Corn is a staple in the Southwest. It has been found in prehistoric dwellings of indigenous peoples here and is incorporated into the “family” of some native cultures as being known as one of the three sisters (squash and beans complete the trio).

I proposed -- to the wails of my co-workers -- that we serve pinto beans, whole or mashed like refried, corn tortillas, grits, cornbread or corncakes. (FYI: Corncakes, like pancakes, were also called “hoe cakes” during slave days by my ancestors because they could be baked on the blade of a hoe.) I would concede bacon, even though I thought a dried beef chile’ would be better. A roar of disapproval was raised in the lobby. My enthusiasm now was really warming up. Why Not have a “corn” meal? That was it! I started polling parents as they stepped in the door as to what was their favorite corn product. I disguised my inquiries as “the Question of the day”. Most parents gave me a puzzled look but generally responded with “cornbread”. Fuel for the fire. This most certainly could be a breakfast food. As my quest continued, I became more eager to talk to my next contestant as it were. Slooowwly I inched my way closer to the front door so I could get to them with the least possible lag time from when they released the door handle. It was amazing to see the wheel turning as they thought about their answer. A surprising few said “popcorn”. My mother said as a girl she used to eat popcorn for breakfast with sugar and milk--more validation as a breakfast food. Other entries were hominy, corn on the cob, polenta, green corn tamales, hush puppies and scalloped and fried corn. Only one parent said “Kelloggs”. Such an icon in the corn kingdom that no other words were necessary. As my coworkers Booed and Hissed at my “crazy” ideas to bring something different to the table, I implored them to just think about it!

It’s not that I have a passion for corn exactly, but more so for the idea of using things differently. How do we take something as mundane as corn and explore it and celebrate it? Can’t we change what we think a thing should stand for and just have corn for breakfast?