We bailed Caleb out Monday. He came back to Terry's house because there was nowhere else obvious and Terry's house is where we bring people when there is nowhere else. Danny was in his chair when Caleb came through the door and he looked at his youngest son for a long moment — not angry, not disappointed in the visible way, just looking, assessing, doing whatever fathers do internally when their children bring them something they cannot fix. Then he said: "Sit down." Caleb sat down. Terry made him eat.
That is what we do. We make people sit down and we make them eat. There is an intervention theory embedded in this that I have never fully articulated: that food is the first step in coming back to yourself, that a body that is fed is a body that is present, that presence is the precondition for whatever needs to happen next. I do not know if it is right. It is what we know how to do.
I brought a pot of venison and bean soup on Tuesday. The same soup I have been making since fall — venison broth, dried beans, dried corn, frozen wild onions. I filled a pot and drove it to Terry's and Caleb ate two bowls at the kitchen table while Danny watched television and did not say anything and Terry washed dishes and did not say anything and I stood in the kitchen not saying anything, and we were all in the same room with the same terrible feeling and we were feeding the person who needed to be fed because that is the thing we know how to do.
Caleb has a court date in six weeks. There will be a lawyer. The Cherokee Nation has resources for this — I called the legal aid number on Monday and talked to a woman who explained the options. There is a path that does not lead to prison. It requires choices Caleb has to make himself. I cannot make them for him. I can bring soup and bail money and the steadiness of a brother who is not going to leave, which is not enough but is what I have.
I made him eat before I left Tuesday. He ate everything in his bowl. I took that as a sign of something. I always take eating as a sign of something.
The venison soup I brought Tuesday was the right thing for that night — heavy and warm, something that sticks to you. But the recipe I return to when I need to feel capable of doing something small and useful is this bean salad, the kind that keeps in the refrigerator for days and is always there when someone needs to eat and you do not have words. Beans have been in our food forever. They do not require explanation. You make them, you put them on the table, and that is enough.
Bean Salad
Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 0 minutes | Total Time: 15 minutes (plus 1 hour chilling) | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 1 can (15 oz) kidney beans, drained and rinsed
- 1 can (15 oz) chickpeas, drained and rinsed
- 1 can (15 oz) green beans, drained
- 1 can (15 oz) wax beans, drained
- 1/2 medium red onion, thinly sliced
- 1/2 cup green bell pepper, diced
- 1/3 cup apple cider vinegar
- 1/4 cup granulated sugar
- 1/4 cup vegetable oil
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
Instructions
- Combine the beans. In a large mixing bowl, combine the kidney beans, chickpeas, green beans, and wax beans. Add the sliced red onion and diced green bell pepper and stir gently to distribute.
- Make the dressing. In a small bowl or measuring cup, whisk together the apple cider vinegar, sugar, vegetable oil, salt, black pepper, and oregano until the sugar is fully dissolved.
- Dress the salad. Pour the dressing over the bean mixture and toss until everything is evenly coated.
- Chill before serving. Cover the bowl and refrigerate for at least 1 hour — or overnight — to allow the beans to absorb the dressing. Stir once before serving.
- Serve. Serve cold or at room temperature, straight from the bowl. Keeps refrigerated for up to 4 days.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 230 | Protein: 8g | Fat: 10g | Carbs: 30g | Fiber: 7g | Sodium: 480mg