Frybread Dreams & Fry Bread kisses Pow Wow time, there is a dance arena, many dancers, pow wow drums and singing going on. But a little ways away there are the stew stands… There was a food stand, you know the kind of home made one constructed of pine tree poles, canvas top and broad leaf tree limbs piled on top for shade. There was an icebox in the corner and a Coleman stove, there were five Indian women cooking frybread, beans, hamburgers and stew. In front of the stand the pow wow grounds was packed; a long line of people waited to order at the counter. A young girl, a daughter of 17 stood at the counter, her eyes twinkled and she smiled at everyone, her hair was long and black. She looked Like she had a long day waiting on customers, her apron was covered With flour dust.. A group of four came to the window, two Indian guys, fancy dancers and two girls. The tall one ordered; he was standing there in his bussels, feathers and all ready to dance the fancy dance. His eyes were streaked with black and red, but his smile was big. He was from somewhere up north. The cooking stand girl asked him his order; he looked at her and said; Do you have frybread dreams? She looked up from her writing pad, looked at him standing there all decked out ready to dance and said, No, I just have frybread wishes and frybread kisses. He laughed at that and said, I am your frybread warrior. What kind of a dude you lookin for? She took a long look at him. She said, He has to smell like Crisco, and be greasy all over, then he will be a real frybread warrior. He stood there laughed and smiled at her his eyes twinkling. She smiled back and said, what do you want with your frybread? and he said...let me borrow some of your Crisco...
Posted on: Wed, 09 Apr 2014 18:06:41 +0000
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