Twenty five years ago I left behind a broken life and began my travels on the red road. Through many journeys and hours and hours listening to the stories of the elders, both Native and non-Native I began to gather their stories and traditions and from the meals shared with them I recorded their personal favorites into a collection that could be enjoyed by future generations. Thanks to 94 year old Lillian Mack for updating many of the recipes with ingredients that might be found by modern cooks.
Yaotl and Sascho splashed along the shores of the behchà, spears hefted, watching for the flash of fin to rise to the surface and sparkle in the sunlight. Tender feelings, barely discovered, flushed their faces. Waving their spears they laughed and teased one another with sprays of newly melted ice water.