I’m old enough now that I can admit that I was a virgin when I moved to Colorado. I’d never even seen a green chile (or jalapeno pepper) when I moved to Colorado. Growing up in Massachusetts in the 1960s,…
As we crest La Bohada hill headed north from Albuquerque, it is almost sunset. The sky turns lazy shades of rosy pink and dusty orange as I catch my first glimpse of the Sangre de Cristos and the sun has…