The New Mexico Chile
They came in humble packaging - just a clear plastic trash bag but pulling the plastic knot apart revealed something sweet and precious.
We stopped by the Big Lots parking lot in Santa Fe to pick them up. The iron roasters swirled the chile pepers around and the air rippled with every turn. The booth was scented with a earthy, spicey smell that can only belong to green and red spicy pepers.
The bag of peppers went into the trunk and my parents and I took deep breaths to fill our noses with the smell of chile peppers that seeped into the inside of the car. Back in Los Alamos, my mom peeled away the plastic bags and the roasted peppers gleamed and shined like rubies and emeralds. We stacked them into ziplock bags and my mother genersouly gave me some to take home. With each bag, I mentally formed recipes that featured chiles as the key ingredient. Stew, quesadillas, scrambled eggs. For the first time in a while, I actually skipped to the grocery store so I could make my first dish with a New Mexico roasted chile.
We stopped by the Big Lots parking lot in Santa Fe to pick them up. The iron roasters swirled the chile pepers around and the air rippled with every turn. The booth was scented with a earthy, spicey smell that can only belong to green and red spicy pepers.
The bag of peppers went into the trunk and my parents and I took deep breaths to fill our noses with the smell of chile peppers that seeped into the inside of the car. Back in Los Alamos, my mom peeled away the plastic bags and the roasted peppers gleamed and shined like rubies and emeralds. We stacked them into ziplock bags and my mother genersouly gave me some to take home. With each bag, I mentally formed recipes that featured chiles as the key ingredient. Stew, quesadillas, scrambled eggs. For the first time in a while, I actually skipped to the grocery store so I could make my first dish with a New Mexico roasted chile.
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