For many Indigenous people—myself included—the true marker of spring is not the tale of rutting groundhogs, but instead, the unveiling of the Wild Onion dinner and all its trappings.
A dinner primarily consisting of wild onions that are mixed with scrambled eggs, this Native tradition is still practiced by the Oklahoman tribes and one of the few meals that haven’t been co-opted by the white man. Sorry!
Although I have been to these dinners off and on for about twenty years, this is the first time I have written about them. I've been holding off for fear of appropriation, but since there's a decent chance I may die in the next couple of years due to another stroke, I decided to bring the entire world a spoonful of this Native custom.
By the time arrived at the Norman First American UMC, 1950 Beaumont Dr., the line was already around the corner and the smell of effervescent onions was in the spring air.
As church volunteers were hawking the various raffle items like the omnipresent Pendleton blanket, the line moved quickly and efficiently.