Fry Bread Stand

I was on my way to Portland by way of the Yakama Reservation.  I hadn't had lunch, and my tummy was being mad.  I was about to drive through the wilderness to make it down to the Columbia River Gorge, and so I looked around for options.  Taco truck here, taco truck there, fast food, or gas station food.  

Then BAM!  My spidey sense tingled (actually it's my Fry Bread Sense).  I hadn't had fry bread in ages, but I could still detect it.  I pulled over to the tent and got in line.  

I didn't want an Indian Taco--I always have issues with them.  They smell so good, there's so much food, but I'm just an Indian Taco rookie.  I end up like a victim of an Indian Taco Grenade.  Food fragments are all over me and the immediate vicinity.  Blood red tomatoes make it look like a lethal injury.  And of course all my clothes are stained and my face is sloppy looking.

Long story short:  going for fry bread.

It was $2, and the mother grabbed some dough from the pail and placed it in the boiling grease.  Now I've made plenty of fry bread in my day.  I thought I had time.  So, I went back to my car, snapped a few photos, and walked back expecting to see the mom still fryin' my bread.  Nope.  It as already done, on the plate, and with a grease-soaked napkin over it.  Man, so in under a minute, she had my bread ready to go.  She's good.  

The fry bread was $2.  I also decided to get some pop (yeah, I said "pop"!  We're in Eastern WA, people!), and then was on my way.

Oh man!  This fry bread was yummy.  it was about 10" in diameter.  It was lightly crunchy on the outside, but soft and light on the inside (I was probably getting diabetes with every bite).  I had it plain (less mess---see Indian Taco Grenade above).  I downed it within a few miles.  It tided me over till Portland.

Now, this stand isn't always here (on a patch of grass in a Yakama Tribal government office parking lot).  I asked the daughter how often they set up.

"Whenever my mom's in the mood" she smiled back.

I could live with that (as long as my Fry Bread Sense still tingles true).