“If only closed minds came with closed mouths.”
On our recent trip to Santa Fe my friend and I stopped at the farmer’s market before heading home. OMGoodness. While the farmer’s market in Wisconsin was celebrating its first harvest, Santa Fe was on the second and third harvest of their season. Unfair! The reason is they have more sunny days than any other state except Arizona. Or so the story was told to us at their farmer’s market.
I purchased judiciously because we’d be traveling. Solid fruit, like cherries, could be eaten over the next two days. Bakery could be inhaled in the next few minutes. And then there were more stable foods that could travel. I bought some of those. I purchased dried corn and chili powder.
The chili powder was medium spiciness. The dried corn was slightly sweet and recommended for use in chili. Yes! Really delicious.
I purchased both of these from a gentleman who was, if I was listening to the news correctly, probably illegal. His dark skin and accent gave him away. I told my husband that knowing what kind of person he was, I wasn’t sure how he had time to produce such tasty products. My husband said that his gang members probably helped him with the business when they weren’t committing crimes.
My husband also told me that I’m very bad at disguising my sarcasm. Whatever. He also told me not to be ashamed of who I am. “That’s your parent’s job,” he said. I think he gets it from me. That’s what marriage is for!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.