Over the past few years, I have become well-acquainted with the mythical, mystical and magical NDN Taco, traveling far and wide for the good medicine of meat, beans, cheese, and, of course, the vaunted frybread.
In Oklahoma, it’s a powerful foodstuff that has nourished our people through replacements, resettlements, and, of course, the old standby of pure resentful genocide.
They haven’t beat us yet, am I right?