Were there dogs at dreamranch before Cooper?
Yes, there were Sadie and Molly, who were here 23 years ago, when I could count neighbors on one hand and the creeks still ran.
They loved the water here — in Orno and Las Huertas creeks — but I’m showing them here in the East Fork of the Jemez, where we might go for a treat on the hottest days.
As for chile, I recently wrote that I usually crave red when driving up Fourth Street in Albuquerque. I’m not sure what the association is, although it’s probably the remembrance of meals in restaurants along the way. I want to add, however, that my taste buds turn quickly to green if it’s roasting season and I catch the smell wafting down old Route 66.
And on the cooking gear score, where in a narcissistic state I have repeatedly published photographs of my kitchen stove top, I have to admit I am a little embarrassed about the barely concealed electric burners.
For one thing, a favorite Tweeter with a flair for cooking recently warned her followers away from bachelors with electric stoves instead of gas.
Well, in my defense, my stove came with the house, which was purchased as a spec with only the slab down — the then-unobstructed views sealing the deal — and my former newspaperman salary allowing for neither a Range Rover nor a Vulcan. I will further point out that I think I have come close to mastering the preparation of just about anything on the laggardly electric range.
One thought on “Addendums: Dogs, chile, yes; Vulcan, Range Rover, no.”
Out in the hinterlands we need LP gas, which means our houses blow up when we’re out riding. I too proudly cook on coils, low heat.
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