No, not Zane Grey, not Roy Rogers, not Randolph Scott. Just us, Suzy and Jerry.
Thursday we landed in Las Cruces, NM, in order to get new batteries for our cameras. That goal achieved, we played tourist in the old town of Mesilla.
According to the owner, the place was originally called Ristraman’s, but he lost his “A” in a divorce.
then had dinner at the Double Eagle Restaurant.
After wonderful beef tournedos wrapped in tortillas, we desserted on Bananas Foster, prepared and flamed at the table.
Friday morning we headed north toward Truth of Consequences, switching over from Interstate 25 to state highway 187, a two-lane road following the Rio Grande (for those who don’t remember, that’s a river that eventually marks the border between Texas and Mexico). The rich alluvial soil, long growing season and easy water access have attracted Hispanic ranchers and farmers since the mid-1800’s. Along the highway we saw pecan orchards, cotton fields, and thousands of acres of chiles.
This is, after all, the area around Hatch, NM, the Chile Capital of the World.
In the village of Hatch, we chanced upon Sparky’s, a hamburger joint that celebrates Hatch chiles in its cuisine.
Here we also bought five pounds of Hatch chiles, chopped and frozen, to take home for gastronomic exploration.
Sparky’s has co-opted the trademarks of several national food outlets, but in a way that fosters amusement rather than raising hackles. Who wouldn’t want a burger from this place?
Pecans are an agricultural mainstay throughout the southwest. To honor this fine nut, we prepared halibut steaks for dinner, smoked over pecan wood chips, and basted with butter flavored with dill and lemon.. Suzy made a hearty salad and baked potatoes with all the goodies, and we finished a small seedless watermelon for dessert. Now we’re ready for bed, and as soon as this blog gets posted, we’re outta here, looking toward adventures along the Geronimo Trail, and along … Our Life on Wheels,.