Great Spirit Cuisine Preface
Over thirty million people in the United States are mixed blood Native Americans.
They are a breed unto themselves, never totally fitting into any mold or as society says they should be.
They have a unique genetic finger printing; I have never met a mixed blood that was not an artist of some sort, they are always seen as ‘misfits’ in today’s society, listening to the voices in the wind, even they can not tell you where the voices come from. They can never tell you where or how they learned their abilities. They simply seem to possess a wonderful gift, genetically left from a simpler time.
They are not included in any count on any reservation, nor do they appear on any roll or census anywhere.
Many mixed breed Native Americans are linked to the nearly lost Nations such as mine,
The Mighty Huron Wendot Nation. This series of cookbooks are intended by their very nature to stir those memories of the past, rattle that genetic memory if you will. We are commonly referred to as half-breeds,intended as a racial slur, but I am proud to be a part of a new understanding of our people as a whole.
I remember reading a bumper sticker that said “It’s an Indian thing, you just wouldn’t understand”, it seems to be part of that same genetic finger printing. If your grandmother said you have native blood in you, you can bet that you do, and like any other, you should quite naturally find a sense of pride in your heritage.
You may never find your family line, nor prove by governmental standards your bloodline. The good news; however is that you may very well be accepted by the Native Community, despite your mixed ethnicity.
A very big part of the intention of this book, and my personal goal is that, while reading these recipes, stories and prayers, they will help bridge the gap to your past…
Growing up, my mother and Grandmother taught me to make noodles, a very simple recipe. I can remember as a child asking my mother how she learned to make them, and her answer was always the same, that it is “Just the way it has always been.” To my total amazement and joy, while researching this book I discovered my Grandmothers recipe for noodles was located under the Navajo Nation. Centuries of forced assimilation simply could not erase all of the past. The memory of our ancestors is alive and well and can easily be found in the very meals we take for granted.
It is to those thirty million lost native children I dedicate this cookbook, may you enjoy the journey home.
I pray you find as much pleasure in reading and using these recipes as I did in locating them.
Onen Ki