Bear's Frybread Recipe

A few people have asked for my recipe. This is an approximation, I really haven’t measured any of the ingredients for a while.

  • about 3 cups flour
  • 1 cup powdered milk mix
  • 3 tablespoons baking powder
  • 1 tablespoon salt
  • roughly 3 tablespoons of sugar, though this depends on what the frybread is for, I use less if its going to be used for sandwiches or tacos, a little more (and maybe a touch of cinnamon) if it’s for snacking or a treat.
  • about 2 cups of water
  • hands full of love 
  • Oil to fry it in.

Put all the dry ingredients together in a big ‘ol bowl, add water, get your fingers in there and start mixing until you get a ball of dough, lol I know, vague, but really eventually it just all comes together, if it feels really sticky add more flour. Knead dough for 1-2 minutes, no more, then form into a ball and cover for at least 3 hours if not more, the longer better.

When you are ready to start cooking put the oil in a small skillet (I like small, some people go big, but I’m usually not cooking more than 10 or so pieces so I don’t overdo it, plus in a smaller skillet you get more even heat). Heat the oil over medium high heat, to test if its ready make a tiny ball out of dough and drop it in, if it floats then it’s ready. 

Tear off a chunk of dough and start working it like you are making a hamburger patty, get it flat, but not too flat, then tear a hole in the center, the hole not only completes the frybread look but also helps in the frying process (so the center of the bread isn’t all doughy). Then all you gotta do is fry, stick it in the oil, don’t forget to flip it, until both sides are golden brown. Usually I have paper towels or a paper bag to soak up any extra oil that may be on the bread.


Bannock By Cuddly

Decided to take some pics of the Bannock making process.

4 cups (approx) flour
1 ½ heaping tablespoons Baking Powder (Make sure it’s active)
1 teaspoon salt (to taste) 
1 milk jug (I don’t measure) of LUKE warm water

Mix the flour and baking powder really well first. Then, add salt. 

Make a well in the centre and start adding the water slowly and start mixing. (see next image for consistency) 

Fry on medium/high heat until both side golden brown. 


Emotions - Chapter 2

Genre: Hybrid! BTS, BTS AU, fluff

Pairing: Hybrid!J-Hope/Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety

Summary: Y/N suffers from mental illness and per the suggestion from her therapist, she gets an emotional support hybrid, Hoseok. 

Authors Note:  I hope you like this second installment!

Post Date: 11/4/17

Prev: Chapter 1 Next: Chapter 3

After washing the dishes, which Hoseok insisted he helped you with, it was time to clean yourselves. You gave Hoseok first whack, giving him a small tutorial on your shower and where the towels were. It struck you as odd that every bathroom had its own quirks. It was then that you discovered he owned a meager amount of clothes. The small duffel bag he brought with him should have hinted at that, but at the time you were more concerned with the man carrying it.

           “Hold on, I may have some oversized clothes that would fit you.” Hoseok gave your small figure a quick appraisal before fixing you with a skeptical look. You simply laughed. From the depths of your dresser you fished out a t-shirt and pants from an ex-lover. Why you had kept these was beyond your comprehension. You were about to leave the folded clothes in front of the bathroom door when you realized something: his tail.

           You fast-walked into the kitchen and found a pair of scissors. Gingerly, you cut a hole for his tail that you hoped was in the right spot and was large enough for all his fluffiness. Once you were satisfied with the dimensions, you set the clothes outside the bathroom door. After knocking, you let him know there was a change of clothes for him.

           It wasn’t more than ten minutes before he emerged from the bathroom. Thankfully the clothes fit him well enough and you saw his damp tail swaying behind him as he walked.

“Oh, I hope that hole is big enough for your tail, I don’t have hybrid clothes lying around. You can let me know and I can adju-“Before you could finish your sentence Hoseok captured you in a damp embrace. His hair let water droplets fall onto your neck as he hugged you.

“You’re so considerate Y/N, thank you so much. I feel so blessed to have been chosen by someone like you.” You returned the hug and then pulled away. It was then that you notice how tangled his hair looked.

“Can I brush your hair?” you asked. Hoseok smiled warmly at you.

“I would love that.”

You went into the bathroom for a dry towel and comb. When you returned to the living room you motioned for Hoseok to sit on the floor in between your legs. With the towel, you gently rubbed his head. You hesitated before patting dry his ears as well. Hoseok hummed in contentment.

Satisfied with how dry his hair was now, you took the comb and began to untangle his hair. It wasn’t hard, his hair was soft and well taken care of. As you brushed his damp hair you realized that Hoseok had wrapped his arms around your leg and was snuggling into it. Finding him very endearing, you set the brush aside and carded your hands through his hair.

“That feels so good,” he commented, tilting his head back. You could see his face muscles relax as you rubbed his scalp and massaged behind his ears. Soon enough, Hoseok had twisted his body around toward you. He suddenly hugged your midsection and buried his face in your hip. Smiling, you continued to stroke his head.

The dog hybrid suddenly looked up at you, his gaze more serious than you had ever seen. He slowly brought himself onto his knees, making your faces level with each other. His hands gently grasped your face and his eye flicked between yours as if he was struggling with something. His thumbs brushed against your cheekbones. You looked back in his eyes and were once again struck by how handsome he was. The intimate contact had heated your cheeks and sent your heart racing. No doubt he could hear it.

Your eyes widened as you watched his gaze flick down to your lips. You swallowed slowly waiting for something, anything to happen. There was a tension in the air and it felt like time was moving through molasses. The conflicted expression Hoseok held suddenly dropped and he brought a sunshiny smile back onto his face. He booped your nose and stood up.

“You should shower too huh? It’s getting late!”

“U-Uh yeah,” you responded, still reeling from what had just happened. You stood up from the couch, blood slowly returning to your limbs. Hoseok padded off into his room and shut the door. Unnecessarily, you cleared your throat. What was that? You thought.

The next morning you woke feeling less than rested. Not only did you have your usual nightmares, but the events of last night had you tossing and turning. You stretched before you threw off your comforter. Padding into the living room, you found Hoseok reading a book on the couch. Perched on the tip of his nose were round spectacles that made him look adorable. His ears perked up and he laid down the book he was reading.

“Good morning!” he sang.

Still half-asleep you mumbled “Morning.” Hoseok noted your zombie-like state and rushed over to you. He ruffled your hair and hugged you close.

“You’re so cute and sleepy in the morning! Ah, I could eat you up.” It was comfy in his embrace and you closed your eyes, almost dozing off before he let go. You peered up at him before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You yawned once more before turning into the kitchen.

“Do you like coffee?”

“I’ve never tried it. I do like the smell of it though.”

“I can make you a cup,” you offered with a small smile. While you waited for the coffee to brew you looked in the fridge for breakfast ideas. Eggs, milk, bread. Ah, French toast. You began the breakfast ceremony by tying your hair in a ponytail and hauling the ingredients onto the counter. Hoseok’s tail wagged as he observed you: sleepy but still determined to function at some level.

“Ohhh~, are you making breakfast too?” he cooed.

“French toast,” you said cracking an egg. Hoseok eagerly watched you whisk the ingredients together, adding in a little cinnamon and vanilla extract. At first, he was confused why you would make bread all soggy with raw eggs and milk. That did not sound appealing to him. That was until you began to fry the bread and a heavenly aroma wafted into his nose.

As you let the bread fry you began to prep the coffee. It being his first time having coffee, you poured him a cup but didn’t add anything to it.

“Some people, like me, like cream and sugar with their coffee. Other people do one or the other. Some do neither. You can test it out and add what you like.” Hoseok nodded and sniffed at the black coffee. He then sniffed the creamer, a sweet vanilla scent greeting his nose. Before you knew it, his nose was in your coffee too. You giggled a bit.

“You can try mine if you want. I like it sweet.” You offered your mug to him and he took it, his fingers brushing yours in the process. For some reason, the touch made your heart jump. He took a slow sip. His face suddenly turned sour.

“Too sweet.”

“I suppose your taste buds are more sensitive than a human’s,” you mused. “Maybe try just creamer?”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

With enough trial and error, Hoseok found the formula for a perfect cup of coffee: a few splashes of vanilla creamer. You both settled down for breakfast, Hoseok gushing about how delicious the French toast was. Once you were finished, the dog hybrid insisted he do the dishes once more. You passed him the reins and went to your room to get ready for the day. Once you reemerged, you found Hoseok drying his hands.

“I was thinking we could get you some clothes today, that is if you’re up to shopping.”

“Like going to a mall?” he asked.

“Yeah, we can get clothes for you and maybe some things to decorate your room.”

“I would love to! I’ll go get ready!” Hoseok quickly ran into his room, eager to put another new experience on his belt. After getting dressed and washing up, he found you watching TV. Grasping your hands, he hauled you up from the couch and ushered you toward the door. Laughing you gather your purse and keys.

“Okay, okay! Let’s go.”

Thankfully, you lived close enough to the mall that it wasn’t a long drive. Although it was a Thursday, the mall was crowded. The swarm of people immediately tightened your gut with anxiety. Hoseok must’ve picked up on this because he took your hand in his and made you look at him.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” he said reassuringly.

“How did you know I was feeling anxious?”

“I can hear your heartbeat and well, smell it.”

You made a disgusted face. “You can smell me?”

He laughed and shook his head. “It’s not like that but strong emotions give off certain scents that hybrids can pick up on. I was specially trained to pick up on the signals of anxiety and other things.”

You mulled this over in your head before asking, “So, are you constantly monitoring me?”

“No. It something I pick up on naturally. I don’t have to concentrate.”

You did your best not to suddenly feel self-conscious. If his senses were more heightened than humans, what more did he pick up from you? Shaking your head, you banished your anxious thoughts and took the keys out of the ignition.

“I don’t know if I’ve properly expressed this,” you began. “But I really appreciate what you do for me. I can honestly say I feel better with you around. Thank you.” Hoseok reached over the center console and pulled you into a hug.

“Anything for you,” he murmured into your hair.

The usual scent of mall food greeted your nose as you walked in. Hoseok took your hand in his, causing your heart to race. You hoped he attributed it to mall anxiety and not…something else. Something you hadn’t given yourself time to truly process. The two of you located a map and quickly found a hybrid-clothing store.

Hoseok seemed to be taking the mall in stride, taking in every sight and sound around him. Certainly, the amount of scents and sounds he was processing was overwhelming, but he had learned to dim his senses in situations like this. Instead he focused on the mission ahead and you, of course.

The store was bright and rather large. Several displays held trendy outfits for hybrids of all kinds. You quickly realized that there were sections catering to certain hybrid types. Cats, dogs, rabbits and even foxes had their own selections of clothes and accessories.

“Wow,” you said, looking around. You looked up at Hoseok and smiled at him. “This is all for you so lead the way.” He pulled you by the hand toward the dog section. There he rifled through the clothing racks, pulling out whatever looked appealing to him. Soon his arms were full of clothes and he looked over at you with what could only be described as puppy-dog eyes.

“Why don’t we go try these on and then we can come back,” you suggested. He nodded and headed toward the dressing rooms.

Thanksgiving with White families vs. Black families

White People Thanksgiving Dinner

Cranberry Sauce (w/ the cranberries in it)
Sweet Potatoes
Mashed Potatoes
Green Bean Casserole
Congealed Salad
Pumpkin Pie

Total Amount Of Attendants: 4-10 people (Not including dogs and cats that sit at the table)

Black People Thanksgiving Dinner

Smoked Turkey
Fried Turkey
Fried Chicken
Roast Beef
Honey Baked Ham
Country Ham
Dressing (w/ Turkey baked in it)
Giblet Gray (w/ eggs and some mo in it)
Jellied Cranberry Sauce
Turnip Greens
Collard Greens
Mustard Greens
Mixed Greens
Boiled Okra
Fried Okra
Green Beans
Baked Mac n Cheese
Black Eyed Peas
Broccoli Rice Casserole
Sweet Potato Casserole
Candied Yams
Carrot Soufflé
Potato Salad
Tuna Salad
Tossed Salad
Pasta Salad
Crab Legs
Fettuccine Alfredo
Deviled Eggs
Rotel Cheese Dip
Corn Bread
Hot Water Cornbread
Butter Rolls
Sweet Potato Pie
All Of The Sold Out Patty Labelle Pies
Pecan Pie
Egg Pie
Chess Pie
Chocolate Pie
Peach Cobbler
Punch Bowl Cake
Banana Pudding
Lemon Cake
Pound Cake
Red Velvet Cake
German Chocolate Cake
Caramel Cake
Yellow Cake w/ Chocolate Frosting
Carrot Cake
Sock-It-To-Me Cake
King’s Hawaiian Savory Butter Rolls
Fry Bread
Cous Cous
Popcorn shrimp
Shrimp kabob
Fried shrimp
Pineapple shrimp
Shrimp and grits
Shrimp and gravy
Birthday Cake
Bean Pies
Little Debbie’s
Pot Pies
Dirty Rice
Pig Feet
Hog Maws
Cotto Salami
Jalapeño Poppers
Cottage Cheese
Old Halloween candy
Egg Foo Yung
Vienna Sausage
Potted meats
Saltine crackers
Ramen noodles
Taco salad
Salisbury steak
Hot pockets
Frito Pies
Hot Dog Casserole
Pork Rinds
Broccoli & Cheese Casserole
Black Licorice
Hamburger Helper
Chocolate Covered Raisins
Hot Cheetos
Spinach & Artichoke Dip
Ranch Style Beans
Lil Smokies
Cases of Knockoff Soda
Seagram’s Gin
Crown Royal
Bud Ice

Total Amount Of Attendants: Anybody who likes Seasoning Salt and a 18 minute prayer over the food


Smoke Signals

(How to be a real Indian) - “Get Stoic”

Great movie-better line

(Utah) Mormon cuisine

The funeral potatoes post make me think about Mormon Cuisine some. And when I say “Mormon”, I’m essentially saying Utah/Idaho Mormon cuisine. There may well be separate Mormon cuisines in California, Arizona, Canada, Latin America, in the Pacific islands, and elsewhere, but yours truly knows nothing about them.

So when we talk about Utah Mormon cuisine, there’s basically two kinds of food. The kind you’d have at potlucks and church dinners, and everyday cooking, the kind you’d have at home.

Here are some dishes typically included in lists of Mormon cuisine:

  • Funeral potatoes, of course. A cheesy potato casserole, with or without a crunchy topping typically made of corn flakes. A staple of funeral potlucks. Growing up, we never had it at home, but then again, my mother, who usually cooked, was not raised as a Mormon.
  • Frog-eye salad. A fruit salad with pineapple and mandarin oranges with tiny pasta (according to wikipedia, “acini di pepe”). This one is relatively recent, I think. I don’t recall having had it prior to the 1990s. Fruit salads generally are both a staple of Mormon potlucks and home cooking.
  • Scones. Now, I use the word “scone” reluctantly, because though Utah people call them scones, they are not anything like what the rest of the English-speaking world calls scones. Mormon “scones” are better called fry bread. It’s deep-fried bread dough, eaten hot with honey butter. Delicious, but absolutely nothing like a scone.
  • Jell-O molds. This used to be the most famous, most typical of all Mormon dishes, but it has gone out of fashion in recent decades. Classically, Jell-O molds, almost invariable lime flavored, would include shredded carrots and peas, and be covered with a hideous topping made with Miracle Whip. These days, Jell-O is probably most usually consumed in “shooter” form, which must surely be the least Mormon way to consume the delicious gelatin dessert, right?
  • Hawaiian Haystacks. You start with rice, top it with chicken, chow mein noodles, pineapple, tomato, bell pepper, gravy, and coconut on top. Presumably it gets its name from the pineapple. Surprisingly tasty.
  • Fry sauce. A condiment consisting of mayonnaise, ketchup, and (optionally) some pickle relish. Once you’ve tried it with fries, plain ketchup will never satisfy you again. This is both a recommendation, and a warning.
  • Homemade root beer. Often seen at potlucks and church dances. It’s just water, sugar, root beer extract and dry ice. But it’s so tasty.
  • Ice cream. Sure, just about everybody likes ice cream, but I think Mormons tend to be especially fond of it. The Fat Boy and Casco ice cream treats are from tiny Richmond, Utah; both BYU and Utah State produce their own ice cream; raspberry milkshakes are one of the most divine treats to come out of Bear Lake; and just about any family reunion in Utah will feature homemade ice cream.

So, what did I leave out?

“Spc. Stacy R. Mull, a 20-year-old Okemah, Okla., native, and Creek Indian, kneads ingredients to make a Native American-style fried bread during a pow wow at Camp Taqaddum, Iraq, Sept. 18, 2004. The U.S. Army’s 120th Engineer Combat Battalion, a Okmulgee, Okla.,-based reserve unit currently deployed in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom, held the event to promote cultural understanding of Native American heritage with other servicemembers here, and to bring a piece of home to many of the Native Americans serving in Iraq. Nearly 20 percent of the 120th’s soldiers are of Native American descent. Highlights of the festivities included storytelling, dancing, music, a class on pow wow etiquette, and the chance to sample traditional food. Historically, a pow wow was a ceremony performed before hunts and battles. Today, pow wows are held to celebrate special occasions, such as the birth of a child, and to share songs and customs. Photo by: Sgt. Enrique S. Diaz”


Navajo Country! The Navajo Bridge on the Rez. Gorgeous views! Rod willingly stopped the semi long enough for me and my camera to take in some of this wonderous country. I ran like a madwoman to see what I could in the short time I was allowed. And we make a habit now of stopping at Cameron Trading Post, this time to fill Rod’s belly and mine full of Navajo Stew and Frybread and Honey. I didn’t leave without a new basket either. The  monumental Navajo rug was my view throughout breakfast. Amazing creation!