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?
And while I have seen some stellar paths to greasy transubstantiation in Oklahoma, from the gritty roadside stands to the new-wave restaurants, I have to say that in my few years of stroke maintenance and mental recuperation, one thing I definitely missed is the local tribes and their NDN taco and meat pie sales.
That's why I couldn't wait to stop by one recently organized by Kiowas For A Better Future at The Church of Open Arms on N. Penn.