I made Indian Fry Bread last night. The Navajo tacos were pretty good, but the smell, it lingers! I went to Cole’s band concert at the high school, and was very aware of the smell I carried. I’m sure that everyone around me was aware that someone somewhere had been frying something. I can just imagine the people close to me thinking, “oooh, did someone bring donuts?” Ugh.
My mom makes the best indian fry bread ever! I think I’ll have her make it while we are home, yummmmm!
Mmm. Jason and I spent a couple of weeks on a short-term missions trip to a Navajo reservation when we were in college. I love fry bread, but I haven’t made it in years!