Roswell, NM -- ... to recovery, that is. Mom is making great strides now that she's home. She is still on oxygen but is getting up and dressed on her own.
We gave her a silly marine whistle that sounds like a goose to call us when she needs help in the night. She rarely needs it now and instead uses it to scare the bejeezus out of us when we least expect it. That's progress.
Chip and I are making the most of our time here, the most weight gain.
Long live the green chile.
We gave her a silly marine whistle that sounds like a goose to call us when she needs help in the night. She rarely needs it now and instead uses it to scare the bejeezus out of us when we least expect it. That's progress.
tamale |təˈmälē|Chip has discovered the tamale. He now orders at least one everywhere we go.
noun
a Mexican dish of seasoned meat wrapped in cornmeal dough and steamed or baked in corn husks.
sopaipilla |ˌsōpīˈpēyə| (also sopapilla |ˌsōpə-|)I have rediscovered the sopaipilla. They are what makes New Mexico the Land of Enchantment.
noun
(esp. in New Mexico) a deep-fried pastry, typically square, eaten with honey or sugar or as a bread.
enchilada |ˌen ch əˈlädə|WRONG. In New Mexico we don't roll enchiladas. We make them flat and put a fried egg on top.
noun
a rolled tortilla with a filling typically of meat and served with a chili sauce.
Chip and I are making the most of our time here, the most weight gain.
Long live the green chile.
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