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A Native American Recipe: Let's Talk Turkey As It Was In The Early Days!



Posted: Wednesday, November 23, 2011

by elle kynzer

Although this recipe for making turkey is credited to the Apache, it was just as much a part of the Cherokee, Creek or Pioneer food preparation.  We think the biggest part of our Thanksgiving turkey preparation is getting out our deep fryer, or huge roasting pan.  Most of us have enjoyed the modern version of cooking, but many of us here in the South especially are familiar with 'the pit'.  The majority of PITs are used for the "pig roast".  That was also the way our ancestors made their roasted turkeys; feathers and all.

Most people think of their ancestors killing and plucking that bird, before roasting. Sometimes the civilized ideas are the most ridiculous. Once the bird is dead; blood drained, and they have cleaned the (innards) organs out, washed and cleaned leaving everything else intack.  The best way to roast is to dig that hole three feet by two feet wide, with some nice rocks over hickory wood, sticks, twigs, and a nice fire to get those coals hot, hot, hot.

Don't try this now, but when you are camping, or out hunting, and have a place to make a pit, with all the right utensils/knives, then practice...otherwise it might turn out to be real mess, without experience.  Old realities were hard work.

When ready, roll that bird in some heavy, wet, mud.  Take the mudball, and put it in foil or banana leaves (cowboys/indians did not have those luxuries) and place in pit on coals, then cover with coals, twigs, leaves, etc, and leave for more than an hour depending on  the weight.  Make sure the heat is kept covered to cook the bird.....Now, in subzero weather this might not be your best choice.

Our ancestors did not have electric, gas, and in some cases not even a wood cook stove.  This is the primitive life our Pioneers and American Indians enjoyed.

Now, if you want to know how good this roasted turkey is, and how easy the feathers peel right off; just read page 135 of the book online at the link below. There was an American Indian who gave this recipe to my husband, when he was young, and it's how this man cooked his turkey, YUM.  Sweet potatoes, and some other vegetables work well in these pits with the bird.

Let us count our blessings, Happy Thanksgiving!

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Elle Kynzer was born in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, and grew up in a rural area, as an only child. She is married with one son, and two grandsons.

She was a Personnel Assistant in her early twenties, and began hiring employees for the company. By her early thirties she had returned to NC, and became an Executive Officer in Real Estate. She also served as part-time USNR for more than ten years.

Elle went back to college at WCU, then went on to teach Criminal Justice for a local Community College, in the local High Schools/college credit.

Elle Kynzer, Author:

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Non Fiction: EXONERATED-Nancy Hanks Lincoln/mother to Pres Abraham Lincoln; Fiction Mystery: BLOODY CLOTHES ON THE INTERSTATE;UNDER MURKY WATERS.

Poetry: A WINDING RIVER; Paranormal: TRAMPLING ON JUSTICE; Christian: REFLECTIONS OF GRACE See Amazon.com; or visit my blog for descriptions.

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» left by Bing Limousin 157 days 16 hours ago.
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Elle, interesting. I smoked my first turkey about three years ago and will never go back-moist and flavorful-i's the only way!
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» left by Jennifer Stewart
155 days 12 hours ago.
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"Old realities were hard work" - isn't that the truth. People were tougher and more patient then, I guess. This does sound as though it's worth getting it right, though. I love the mud part!
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» left by The Old Gray Mare
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We in the modern world don't know any of the difficulties faced by our ancestors. I sometimes gripe about our times, but I don't mean it - I don't want to go to the old days. We've got it so good, we don't even appreciate it. I think that tough times go right down to preparing the meals, sleeping on lumpy tiny beds, and freezing in the winter. We'd know just how rough it was by visiting Plymouth. Thanksgiving ought to make us count all of innumerable blessings.
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