Margaret sends in a fine recipe for baked scallops, and I recall truckers and my wife’s heroic 2100 mile, 5-day journey from Vermont to New Mexico in a moderately workable 1952 Ford F1 pickup truck, in winter, towing a trailer, alone, with no cell phone, through snow and ice and rain and (*sigh*) all of Tennessee.
Smorgasbord today… Peggy Sue’s paradiddles in Clovis New Mexico, what’s really in your orange juice?!, introducing what social capital is all about in Maine, and a strong plug for a truly eye-opening, breathtaking dance performance next weekend at the Strom Auditorium.
What is New Mexico, anyway? A kind of sprawling “grand opera” of science, mystery, ancient tradition, and persistent puzzlement – seen through the lenses of wild-eyed physicists, dedicated astronomers, legions of New Agers and light-workers, centuries-old Spanish, Pueblo, and nomadic Indian cultures…
Sumptuous, velvety Welsh Rarebit sauce, perfect for a supper on a cold winter night … and some thoughts on why the West, unlike much of the South and Northeast, isn’t very funny.
Authentic New Mexican Green Chile Stew – an easy-to-organize party for your tastebuds! And an excursion into quantum weirdness at Ski Rio in far northern New Mexico.
Years before we moved to midcoast Maine, my wife and I lived for several years in Taos, New Mexico, which sits at a heady-ish altitude of 7500 feet on a vast mesa of sagebrush and chamisa, sliced down the middle by the 800-feet deep Rio Grande Gorge. Vastness is endemic to the Taos area, […]