How to set the perfect table for a lustax^ party.

Mom called me up about 9:30 one morning not long ago.  She said, “Guess what?”  What, I said, expecting some juicy gossip.  “Irene is having lustax^ and we’re invited!”  Woo hoo.  How many people are coming, what can I bring…. Mom says Julia says they have everything.  Just come at noon.  I am drooling already.  I volunteer to cut up some dried salmon just to take in case they don’t have any. 

Why so excited you ask?  What the heck  is lustax^?   Lustax^ is one of those true trade item subsistence foods.  Traditionally, lustax^ is made from the flippers of the Northern fur seal.  We get them from St. Paul, even though, yes, we see fur seal coming through the pass in the spring and around November, but hunters are few and far between.  So, no salmon in St. Paul?  No fur seal in Unalaska?  Perfect trade. 

Lustax^ is technically salted, aged flipper.  To those of us who grew up with it – it stinks good.  My father, on the other hand for example, used to leave the  house when we had lustax^, or he would smoke a big, ole cigar. 

Setting the table:

Use card board or thick brown paper bags as plates and placemats.
Use card board or thick brown paper bags as plates and placemats.

You may use a plate for the potatoes and everything else, but you must, must, must cut your lustax^ on the placemat.  That is just the way it is done!!

Sharp knives...an absolute necessity!
Sharp knives...an absolute necessity!
Boiled potatoes.
Boiled potatoes.

We were extra lucky.  There was fur seal meat and fat in the pot, too!!!

Seal oil.
Seal oil.
Lustux^.
Lustax^.

Ready to eat!

The table set for a lustax^ party.
The table set for a lustax^ party.

Several other ingredients are needed.

Irene McGlashan- whose daughter, June, is her St. Paul connection.
Irene McGlashan- whose daughter, June, is her St. Paul connection.
Julia Dushkin, whose hosted the party at her house.
Julia Dushkin, who hosted the party at her house.
Gert Svarny - my mom, one of the lucky invitees.
Gert Svarny - my mom, one of the lucky invitees.

As we sat down to eat, Mom said, and I am quoting her here, “I was so afraid I wasn’t going to get lustax^ again before I died!” 

My plate.
My plate.

Foods indigenous to a culture are part of who we are.  Elders can absolutely feel unhealthy if they are not able to eat the foods they are used to eating.  It is an extremely important tradition to carry with us and to pass down to our younger generations.  June’s mother-in-law, Mrs. Shabolin from St. Paul,  made the lustax^. 

I have to really thank Irene for taking to heart my whining one day about missing sitting and eating native foods with other women, especially lustax^.  Within two weeks, I was full of good stuff and basking in the good company.  And she gave me seal oil to take home!  Qag^aasakung, ladies!

Lucky 13!

Laresa called me today, from the tundra, to tell me that she had just picked 12 morels!  How could she go out without me?  Then she called me after she got off work to tell me that right after she hung up from talking to me, she found another.  So the lucky 13 in all.  On a lunch break!

While our dinner was cooking (curried chicken), I ran out to one of my spots and found 3.  I had just been there yesterday.  Boy, morels have a massive growth rate!  Then after dinner, I tromped all over hell and gone and found nothing.  Caleb was with me, but working on a different project, and as we were driving home…..CALEB SPOTTED ONE WHILE HE WAS DRIVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Woo Hoo.  Me thinks the curse may be lifted!  As I jumped out of the car to run to the morel, I realized it was a treasure trove.  10 morels just sitting there waiting for us.  It was fun.  So, lucky 13 for us, too.

Many morels.
Many morels.