What? No barbecued ribs? Ain't soul food wit'out no ribs, man.
Well, I learned from my mistake. The next year, I convened a committee of folks to make up the menu. We had every stereotype "black" food you can imagine, except for chitlins, which I absolutely refused to have.
Otherwise, it looked like a parody that the Klan would sponsor. If I were a black man, I would have been highly offended by the whole thing, but everyone seemed happy, and I suppose that's what counts.