Only on the rez will you hear these two words together: Puppy Stew.
Some say it’s a myth. Some say it’s reality.
What do you think?
In Montana, on the reservation where I grew up, I heard of Puppy Stew and believed it to be reality. Historically, at least, I’m sure it was, though it was a horrifying thought to me, puppy lover that I was.
To famed American writer Louise Erdrich, the North Dakota version is Puppy Soup, as her poem, “Almost Soup,” attests.
I cannot, will not, share the ingredients of said brothy meal; will not ruminate for long on just what it might be, either. But you will find a little more about Louise by yelping on over to Peace Garden Writer today!