Fry bread has become "pan-Indian", even though it may have originated with the Navaho. Everybody knows how to make it, and the white tourists expect it. And it's become a festival food for pow-wows. I get mine just sprinkled with powdered sugar - I don't like strawberries, and I can't eat the taco meat (it usually has onions in it). I went to a pow-wow last year, and watched the dancers, and bought a dream catcher as a gift for a friend who'd been having bad dreams, and ate my fry bread, and learned a lot. It's getting past pow-wow season now, but Spring will come eventually. (I call upon Princess Summerfall Winterspring!) It's nothing more than a simple baking-powder-biscuit dough rolled into plate-size circles and shallow-fried. Not something one ought to eat every day, but still tasty and fun. And it gives Native People a chance to talk about how they had to switch from freshly harvested plants and freshly killed animals to canned meat, white flour, sugar, lard, and coffee, and they did the best they could with what the Gummint gave them to live on.
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Date: 2022-10-01 07:56 pm (UTC)