Well, i have personal experience on a similar level...
for my first 20 years of life, me and my family including my cousins all spent summers in our grandparents home...we had a black married couple who worked for us in a capacity as caretaker, cook, cleaning and general help...they were absolutely the most wonderful people on earth, and me and all my cousins grew up calling them aunt Glo and uncle russ...they were absolutely the *GREATEST* people but even more phenomenal cooks...so much so, my family helped them start a "soul food" restaurant, that was extremely popular in the area.
they made the absolute greatest BBQ Ribs, Fried Chicken, and many other absolutely awesome dishes...aunty died many years ago, but uncle russ is still alive, though very old and he lives across the country now...but we still think of them everyday, and everyone of our friends still speak of them in near reverent tones, since they usd to come over for all our dinner parties and lunches when Aunt Glo and Uncle Russ used to cook up a storm...people still ask about them, and they were and are a part of our family forever.
when i think of the "aunt jemima" type of image, i understand how some might interpret it negatively, but for those of us who were close to someone like that, it brings back nothing but happy, wonderful memories, of the kindness and care of these folks and their place in our lives and the pride and care they used to take in making sure we had the best food, always served with a smile, prepared with enthusiasm (and we would get to help sometimes) and during the meal as it was being brought me and my cousins in our youthful enthusiasm used to cheer their names as they brought it out like it was a football game...
at parties and dinners and lunches *EVERYONE* would applaud them, and they always had warm smiles and were very appreciative...their food was so good, friends and guests would often ask them to prepare a meal on occasion for a party they had etc...whenever people left after a party or a meal, aunt glo always received a hug, and uncle russ got a big pat on the back...before big meals, me and my cousins would sit in the screened in porch, and help them take the husks off the corn, we would carry the groceries up from the car to them...
many years later, uncle russ, ran for mayor of the town...my cousins and I sold lemonade at a stand we made for his campaign, with "Vote Russ" signs on it, and we canvassed miles and miles on our bikes with "vote russ" signs
so when i think of the "stereotype", to me, it invokes wonderful memories, of wonderful times long gone in my life...
Chef Boyardee doesn't do that for me, never will and never could.