Okay so; the movie Undercover Brother was sort of a take on Blaxploitation films, from a nicer time in America's dismal race relations. Had a plot where our hero, working for a secret organization fighting The Man, poses as the most blandly assimilated Black dude ever.

The gag was that white people love mayonnaise on everything so, if it got to be too much for our hero, he could use a tiny bottle of hot sauce hidden in his watch to give his food something resembling flavor. Okay, that's about a solid 3 on a 1-5 Mel Brooks scale of ethnic jokes. Me and the ex quoted this gag an okay amount.

Fast forward a bit, and my grandmother has just died, me and the ex are in Florida, and we have just ducked out on a really dismal wake to get some relative quiet and calm (turns out about a half hour before it really goes south).

The hotel room is air conditioned, quiet, and not jammed full of my family in various stages of explosive emotional decompression. We turn on the TV and Paula Deen's on! She's this complete stereotype! She's so white she makes me look INCREDIBLY MIDDLE EASTERN! She's cooking fried chicken with rolls! And sure enough, there's MAYO!

This would have been similar enough to the Undercover Brother gag without the part where, along with suggesting cheerful red checked tablecloths, she suggests each place setting include a tiny, TINY bottle of Tabasco sauce, in case you have guests "who like a little more flavor."