V.19 No.40 | 10/7/2010
Food for Thought
The Children of My Corn
New Mexican posole with a twist
As I was preparing my move to New Mexico, a Blackfoot Indian woman came by to see about renting my house in Missoula, Mont. She didn't rent the house but we became friends, and before she left she gave me some bright red kernels of dried corn she got at a powwow.