So, yeah, little controversy over Elizabeth Warren’s claims to be Native American. And now it turns out she plagiarized her contributions to a book of Native American recipes:
The recipes from “Elizabeth Warren – Cherokee” include a crab dish with tomato mayonnaise. Mrs. Warren’s fictional Cherokee ancestors in Oklahoma were renowned for their ability to spear the fast-moving Oklahoma crab. It’s in the state song: “Ooooooklahoma! Where the crabs come sweepin’ down the plain.” But then the white man came, and now the Oklahoma crab is extinct, and at the Cherokee clambakes they have to make do with Mrs. Warren’s traditional Five Tribes recipe for Cherokee Lime Pie.
But the question we all want to know is, are the recipes any good? So let’s turn now to the Amazon reviews of Pow Wow Chow: A Collection of Recipes from Families of the Five Civilized Tribes : Cherokee, Chickasaw, Choctaw, Creek and Seminole
I’ve received nothing but rave reviews from my colleagues after whipping up treats from this cookbook in the faculty lounge kitchen. Admirers of Pow Wow Chow may also enjoy Bow Wow Chow, a Indonesian-influenced cookbook from a former professor now in politics.
I’m confused; each recipe calls for 0/32 measurements of ingredients — that doesn’t add up to anything. I have serious reservations about these recipes.
This is a fabulous collection of recipes suitable for faculty luncheons, or just anyone who is interested in getting in touch with their high-cheeked ancestors.
I felt, while making the crab with tomato mayonnaise dressing, that I was really in touch with my 0/32 Cherokee roots, and knew that my faux-native american ancestors were once putting this on canapes before inviting some new friends from the new world over for brunch!
I thoroughly enjoy the recipes here. My favorite one is called “Diversity Dish.” This was contributed by the world’s only confirmed blond-haired, blue-eyed Cherokee who used her tomahawk to dig this up from her Oklahoma archives. You start out with 10 quarts of sanctimony, add in a gallon of hypocrisy, throw in a few fables (I recommend the “Family Lore” brand available in Cambridge), add a pinch of whining (1/32 ounce will work), toss in a paleface poseur and a large measure of insufferability. No integrity required. And there you have it: political career implosion. Great for faculty lounge gatherings and unearned academic advancement.
Recently I became a full blooded American Indian after watching the movies “Last of the Mohicans” and “Dances with Wolves.” Indians like me and Lizzie Warren can now share in the wonderful but often harsh world of the Native American. I am brought to tears when I hear how she struggles to live in her million $ Cambridge wigwam. How the white man keeps her in poverty on the Massachusetts Indian reservation called Harvard where they only give her $340,000 per year to live… Sitting Bull weeps to hear such cruelty.
If there is anything I can do as a fellow Indian to help her in her struggles against the evil pale face, please let Sacagawea Warren know I’m here for her…maybe we can meet and talk about our plight at a luncheon or something.
Stay strong Fauxcahontas…stay strong.
I must write my High School and complain about my history classes. Never did I realize that The indians had access to imported mustard and cognac. Elizabeth Warren’s fabulous recipes call for those ingredients and I am certain she would never make up a false recipe or copy any one else after all she is a liberal from Mass. Those poor folks from the former Pavillion Restaurant must have copied her great great great uncle from the fugawe tribe. Unfortunately they have been lost in the forests of Brookline but if you listen carefully at night you can hear them calling out wer’e the fugawe.