I just excitedly asked on a friends Facebook page, "Is that monkeybread??"
Her son was enthusiastically sitting in front of, what I have always referred to, a plate of monkeybread.
You see, my grandmother used to make this and a whole bunch of other delicious baked goods when we would visit her and my Grandfather in Richmond, Virginia. That was the term she used to describe the sweet, sticky, pull-apart bread, shaped in a bundt pan. She was also from the deep south where many still believe in segregation, racially separate bathrooms, and Jim Crow laws.
Did I mention that she also loved a particular type of licorice candy called "n***er babies." And when she described the candies and the name she reckoned "I don't think they like being called that anymore.." No ma'am, I don't think they do.
Now, in a slight panic, I googled "is monkeybread racist".....shit. Bless my dear Grandmother's lil' heart.