There Was No Posole
Our friend's wedding was lovely. The drive from Albuquerque to Taos was pretty at times. But I must say, at risk of getting stoned, that New Mexico is boring, yo. And the food mostly sucked. The best meals we had were at the Taos Diner for breakfast and the food at the wedding. Really. And "Authentic New Mexican Cuisine," which is what every menu states it serves, is really just Mexican cuisine, people. The only difference is that they throw some red or green chile on everything (which I'm not complaining about).
In the time since we've been back, I've been a busy little worker bee. And guess what? I WROTE A BOOK. Well, co-wrote, but still. Look for it to publish around Thanksgiving.
And now, Jon and I are off to Big Sur. We have traveled so much in the past several months because we have been attending weddings and family gatherings. These next few days are all about us avoiding other people, especially since soon, there will be another person in our house all the time.
Also, the Kabocha squash cakes at Slanted Door right now might be the best thing I've ever tasted.
El Bulli, Part 3 is still 1/2 done. Hey, it's something.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld