Especially because I let them put maple syrup on it. And Thomas kept eating the chunks of butter off the top and then coming up to me sadly and saying, "Mommy, there's no butter on mine. It doesn't taste good without butter." I mean, relative hit, because Miriam didn't touch the cornbread, but she ate a tiny bit of stew. So that was acceptable.
I think I'm going to counter the extreme anti-Native bent in the Little House today by reading The Legend of the Indian Paintbrush and looking up some videos on Native legends and things. Also that may be my small way of countering the Spider-Man worship that's been pervading my house.