When I was a kid my family spent a day on a Native American Culture experience at Yosemite National Park. It was really cool! Flint knapping, and brain-tanning, and basket-making, and beadwork, and dancing, all led local tribe-members. Pitched at tourists, of course, but real content, and genuinely interesting.
Anyway, one of the deals was pounding and preparing acorns with a group of the older ladies. We went through the whole process, including cooking the mush with hot stones in a basket. It was... terrible. Bland, with astringent, tannic overtones. I remember my mother (not the most culturally-sensitive of people) asking incredulously if they really eat this. The woman who'd done it with us laughed, and said "No!", but that her grandmother always had, and for the kids (her), she'd always added lots of butter and brown sugar!
Sidenote: that woman was probably seventy, in ~1985, so her grandmother must have seen some shit. I wish I'd been old enough, and educated enough, to have appreciated that at the time.
Anyway, one of the deals was pounding and preparing acorns with a group of the older ladies. We went through the whole process, including cooking the mush with hot stones in a basket. It was... terrible. Bland, with astringent, tannic overtones. I remember my mother (not the most culturally-sensitive of people) asking incredulously if they really eat this. The woman who'd done it with us laughed, and said "No!", but that her grandmother always had, and for the kids (her), she'd always added lots of butter and brown sugar!
Sidenote: that woman was probably seventy, in ~1985, so her grandmother must have seen some shit. I wish I'd been old enough, and educated enough, to have appreciated that at the time.