So we made Indian Tacos for the last holiday for the holiday season of good food, or the first holiday of the year-however you look at it. Super Bowl Sunday.
My aunt said “I don’t know if I will have one. I probably won’t. Seems like we eat them all the time.”
I was thinking “No we don’t, do we?”
So then I really started thinking about it.
We eat and make them for almost every birthday, get together, fund-raiser, and sporting event.
We eat them so much people are starting to think they ARE our traditional food, although they are about as traditional as Filbert’s war pony on Pow Wow Highway.
Relatives gets out of prison-Indian taco, because you know that’s one of the main things they were craving while on the inside.
Birthday party? Indian Taco, whether the birthday is for a 1 year old or a 100 year old.
Need to raise money? An Indian Taco sale on many reservations has more clout than scantily clad cheerleaders holding up a car wash sign. Mean Indian woman with flour on her face and rolling pin, or cheerleader willing to wash your car? Honestly you know what an Indian guy would go for-the winyan with the rolling pin and promise of making him nice, full, and shiny.
So as I was frying the bread, I thought about how I answered my own question.
Are Indian Tacos so over used, over exposed, over done, they are becoming as cliche as a rez dog?
The answer- never.
Because even a bad, cold, Indian Taco with the wrong cheese and chewy bread is after all, still an Indian Taco.
And my aunt did eat a small, modified version of an Indian Taco, just to prove my point.
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