It's no secret. My sister (*coughbestfriendimetonline4+yearsagocough* is Cherokee. So much, infact, that her ringtone on my phone for the longest time was the most amazing thing ever. The fact that we called eachother a lot made it even better.
"CHEROKEE PEOPLE! CHEROKEE PRIDE!"
^.^
Well, I'm part Native American, too. No idea how much, but I know it's in there. Which is why I'm one of the few Asian-American's that can tan like it's nobody's business..and why people constantly mistake me for being Mexican.
Anyway.
My first time ever making a Thanksgiving dinner by myself, she was visiting. It was after Dot was born, and I kidnapped her and Logan for a month. The best month ever, might I add. She helped me figure out what to make, I converted her to a from-scratch cooker.
Yeah, that's not completely true. Let's say she cooks MORE things from scratch now.
This? This was one of our favorites. And the kids' favorite. They were like vultures. No joke.
Suh-weeeeeeeeeeeet potatoes. Yum.