It's carnival time here in the Rheinland, which means it's time for offensive baked goods! Around here, we have the Mohrenkopf (g). or 'Moor's head'. These appear just in time for the growing controversy in Germany about outdated language in childrens' books (g) and racially-loaded imagery in everyday life (noted right here in 2012 and 2005).
I found this beauty at my local Bader bakery:
He suffered a bit of maxillofacial trauma on the way home, but -- most importantly -- the tiny cowboy hat stayed on. I like to think of this pastry not as a crude stereotype, but as a loving hommage to the unjustly neglected black cowboy. I called him Sheriff Bart (see clip).
Unfortunately, things soon took a tragic turn. Upon removing the tiny hat, it became clear that it had somehow become fused to the unfortunate Sheriff's very skull. The second photograph, in which Bart's soft, foamy yellow brain is clearly visible, highlights his almost-unbelievable composure. How many of us would still be smiling after such massive cranial trauma?
Eventually, to put Bart out of his misery, I ate him. He was delicious.