Let the jokes begin.....
A few years ago, my oldest son invited us over to see his new apartment and to go out to an Indian restaurant near by.
My husband asked what kind of Indian - American Indian or Indian Indian.
Since then, he has been on a quest to find a place that served real American INdian food. Even with the ethnic craze, you don’t find American Indian food.
Where does he think the Indians get the food stamps to buy their fry bread? As for the "killings", I presume he's referring to the Indian Wars in the "two page" history in the public schools' revised "history" books about the cavalry and the Indians "and stuff". He obviously isn't very in tune with what is STILL going on between the Indians and the U.S. Government on the reservations. The killing continues. But hey! As long as the Indians stay on the DNC's reservation plantation and continue to vote for DemocRATS, what's the problem?
A lot of native Americans were cannibals too.
I can’t wait till some enterprising cook decides to start a Australian Aborigine Cafe!
Interesting that the restaurant “Mary Elaine’s” retains that name after the involvement of Charles and Mary Elaine Keating came to an ignominous end in the savings and loan scandals of the late 80s.
Mexican food is fusion Spanish/Indian.
What idiotic notions. As if French and Italian cuisines are entirely separate in origin.
And others are not equally original.
Or "Asian" is a single cuisine.
Or "Native American" is.
Heck, there are at least a dozen very distinctive versions of Mexican cuisine alone. At least as different as French and Italian. Or Japanese and Chinese (which is itself very diverse).
Considering many indian tribes were known to eat various parts of their captives....like fingers, internal organs, intestines, tongues.....while they still alive...
I think I will pass....
Someone long ago noted that an Indian banquet consisted of “dog meat with lard sauce.” Someone else noted that, in New Mexico, it is smothered with burned green chilis.
“And the Noble Son of the Plains becomes a mighty hunter in the due and proper season. That season is the summer, and the prey that a number of the tribes hunt is crickets and grasshoppers! The warriors, old men, women, and children, spread themselves abroad in the plain and drive the hopping creatures before them into a ring of fire. I could describe the feast that then follows, without missing a detail, if I thought the reader would stand it.”
— The Noble Red Man, by Mark Twain (1870)
http://twain.lib.virginia.edu/projects/rissetto/redman.html