It is delicious, super unhealthy, and oh-so-good! But, also politically IN-correct, as Susie would tell me. I giggled all night long last night as I made my Indain fry bread, and then later, ate it and enjoyed it, thinking about how Susie would have to probably make up a new name for this delight before she was able to eat it. It made me think of the first time that we went out to dinner with her and Andy, the first week that we ever met her. It was at a wonderful restaurant in Helena, MT, and I immediately knew that I liked Susie. But, I wasn't so sure that she liked me. Because I wasn't politically correct. I don't even remember what I said, but it turned into a lengthy, albeit funny, conversation about racial titles. A Indian fry bread is definitely not PC!!! But, every place I have ever seen it calls it that even on Indian reservations, being sold by Indians, or Native Americans. So, I had to giggle thinking about Susie and that first experience with her, and then I had to marvel that God convinced her to call me, a politically incorrect girl from Montana, her friend!!!
Oh, sorry, and Bohemian, Irish, Native American MUTT!
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Wasn't that the trip you let something slip? Of course I liked you... you were yourself!
Me and my political correctness... You have to remember that I was in the middle of a master's program that was bent on diversified reading instruction and embracing multiculturism. 'nuff said. It was never personal. I promise.
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