What a way to spend a cool fall morning - a leisurely drive through cotton fields and pecan groves to buy freshly picked and roasted long green chiles. These aren't just store-bought-roast-in-the-parking-lot chiles. No sir...these are fresh home-grown chiles from southern New Mexico - home of the best chiles ever. I'm a wimp...muy guera (very white girl in Spanish!). I had to buy the mild ones called Big Jims. They'll be great for chile rellenos, salsa, and quesadillas. Muy yummy, mi amigos.
In addition to cotton fields in bloom (guess that's what you call cotton that the little "pod" has opened and it's ready to be picked), we saw a quite unusual bird in the fields. Looked a lot like a sea gull. I'll have to ask my bird-friend, Karen, what that strange birdie is called.
Even met an old...really old...dog named Guero (white boy in Spanish.)
Cool morning with warm hearted friends. What a blessed Saturday morning. :D