Roasting Chiles, Part Deux
Mister Man ordered 25 lbs of Hot Hatch Chiles from Berridge Farms, NM — right after my mom and dad sent 25 lbs to us the week before! We gave some of them to friends, and roasted the rest last night. I am thinking of awarding Tom an “Honorary Mexican” card for being an ace roaster. He also brought out Los Lobos music to work by [plus he’s trying to learn the song ‘Mas y mas y mas”]. Tom also knows the correct response to the New Mexican State Question: “Red or Green” . . . . and he took a ritual dusting at Chimayo a couple of years back . . so, his apprenticeship is going pretty well!
Chiles in a Tub
Waiting for the coals to heat up
Skinning the peppers
Check out the nice grill table hand-made by Mister Man. It is the perfect height for working and looks very nice, too.
Pinto Beans – It’s what’s for dinner
Tonight we’ll be enjoying a pot of pinto beans (with a ham hock thrown in) and green chile. These pintos are also from New Mexico — I picked them up in Bernalillo last summer. Any Southwesterner worth her salt knows that the right bean is the pinto. Black beans, Kidney beans, Navy beans, Garbanzo beans — these area all fabulous beans in their own right . . . but for the perfect southwestern dinner, it’s gotta be a pinto!
August 24, 2008 at 3:11 pm
This is great! I don’t even have to walk out to the kitchen, and already I’ve seen what I’m having for dinner! Sweetie, could you post a picture of a fresh cup of coffee for me? Thanks, you’re a gem. (just a little cream, please)
And I’m honored with the “Honorary Mexican” designation. I realize I’m still only an apprentice, but I promise not to apply myself, drink a lot of beer, and do some roofing once in a while. (We all know I’m just kidding and exposing stereotypes here, right? ) And as for Chimayo, even though I was an IRISH Catholic, and long since lapsed, it’s true I was genuinely moved, actually moved to tears, by the experience. As for the dusting, better that you didn’t tell them WHERE I dusted. Can’t honestly say it helped, but hey, what was I expecting, a miracle?