Indian tacos are a staple of pot lucks in my tribe (yep, I have Chippewa in me. My mother's maiden name was Ojibwa). Almost every social gathering involves fry bread, and usually indian tacos. The toppings might change, but it's still great stuff.
My eldest son could hardly boil water as a teen. And yet, I showed him how to make fry bread one time. After that, he developed a knack for it and became the fry-bread master of the house. His was btter than mine. I never did figure out what he did different.
He still calls me for most cooking chores though. He's getting better and is still young.
Seeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North