I tried for years how to make decent frybread. It was a good dozen years into my marriage before a Navajo friend walked me through it, step by step. She helped me understand the way the dough should feel and how much of it is technique more than recipe. My frybread finally tasted great, but I couldn't get the shape right.
It's not that I CAN'T make it look good. I could use a rolling pin to make it nicer and more uniform, but that just seems like cheating. The great frybread makers are called "slappers" since they slap the dough back and forth from hand to hand. It's a lot like tossing pizza dough. During this process, the dough smooths out and stretches out. Instead of being a slapper, I am a dropper. Gifted with no real coordination, I seem to have no ability to get the dough from one hand to the other without hitting the floor first.
Around this part of the country, we run into Navajo taco or Indian taco booths at every festival or fair. If we don't see a Navajo back there cooking, we usually pass them up. There's a definite difference in taste. Taco toppings have become more uniform, but on the rez (the reservation), you're more likely to get beans instead of chile with beans. For the frybread on its own, Navajos like it with salt while the non-Natives tend to go for the honey butter.
I was always fine with my White Chick frybread and tacos until today. My baby boy (okay, he's 19 and not a baby anymore) just outdid me. That is some amazing frybread made by real Navajo hands. So beautiful it just brings tears to my eyes.
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Frybread is my favorite thing to eat at home in NM! It was so great to meet you last night. You sure gave me some great blogging advice and I already look up to you. I love your cute blog and will be an avid follower. :)
-Kelli
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