Also guess what, in a grand feat of shocking alliance, my white fiance (I am also white, but I feel that was self explanatory given the previous sentence) spent an entire year getting made fun of at work, just lambasted, mocked, teased, jeered, you name it, New England style, for his variety of "ethnic" lunches of curry, baozi, bibimbap, foufou, shakshuka, jambalaya, piroshki, samosas, etc. (and only some of those were family recipes... and only one was my family lol), and it's been six years at this place now and I'm like, a cryptid legend.
They've never met me (it's a commute and we only have one car, so if they go out after work with family, I don't have to go mwahaha), they only know me in Jake's stories, which are the wildest versions of our wildest adventures. I send baked goods to work with him sometimes, for fun, but anyway, my point is: he said they had a new non-white hire bring in ethnic non-white food recently and no one said a word other than it smelled really good, and I genuinely feel that I have achieved something quietly good. Now Jake's just the guy with the cryptid wife and the bomb ass lunches, and I'll take it ^^
