The season of soups and stews has returned

We have, without a doubt, once again entered the season of soups and stews. As a matter of fact, we started a little early in our house a week  or so ago when the Better Half, at my request, made a Three Sisters soup, following a recipe in the newsletter of the Mississippi Market (page 14, Fall 2021 issue), one of the food coops in which we’re members. After one meal we decided we liked the concept but the flavor wasn’t really to our taste. We’ll be checking other variations and taste testing until we get to the correct combination. One option I’ve read and liked the looks of won’t be available during the winter, because, instead of hominy, it uses fresh corn removed from the cob.

We have at least two cookbooks written or co-written by Native Americans:

• Original Local by Heid E. Erdrich, and


• The Sioux Chef’s Indigenous Kitchen by Sean Sherman with Beth Dooley

Neither of those cookbooks, nor the current menu at Owamni, includes a Three Sisters soup offering. [Note to self: research origins of Three Sisters soup!]

The cooler weather will also encourage me to get back to a more regular bread baking schedule, in part to accompany the soups and stews and also because the pleasure of the warmth from the oven and the aroma of fresh-baked bread is enhanced when one returns from walking a dog in brisk temperatures.

Three Sisters often include pumpkins (not this kind)

Photo by J. Harrington

Halloween/Samhain are a week from today. Are you prepared? November 1 begins American Indian Heritage Month, which will prompt a number of postings with appropriate themes, sort of like today’s.

Three Sisters – June 2021

06/20/2021

from Spirit Walker, 1993, by Nancy Wood
Three Sisters

 

We are the Three Sisters of Fire and Earth and Water.

Without us, nothing lives or grows.

 

We are the Three Daughters of Sun and Moon and Stars.

Without us, no path exists through the universe.

 

We are the Three Wives of Birds and Trees and Animals.

Without us, there would be no wings or roots or bones.

 

We are the Three Mothers of Clouds and Wind and Rain.

Without us, our children would go hungry.

 

We are the Three Friends of Beauty.

Without us, flowers would look like stones.

 

We are the Three Grandmothers of Wisdom.

Without us, men would only speak of war.

 

We are the Three Aunts of Endurance.

Without us, what would survive?

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