The snowman lives. And the traditional O’Grady-family Christmas flick — Monty Python’s “Life of Brian” — is queued up for viewing just as soon as a certain wine-sipping hash-slinger finishes his pre-holiday cookery.
The posole is done, as are the Anasazi beans with chipotle chile and the pico de gallo, and the green-chile sauce is on deck. That leaves only the chicken breast to cook and shred, the corn tortillas to fry, the cheese to grate and the enchiladas to assemble and cook. Oh, yeah, and the potatoes to dice, toss with Chimayo red chile and chopped onion, and roast. And jeez, the chicken quesadillas. Can’t forget the appetizers.
Back in the kitchen. There’s chicken to cook and shred. If I wait to do the green chile until tomorrow, the house will smell like Santa Fe, but without all the silver and turquoise. Happy holidays to you and yours from the Zen Druid, who hugs the tree, even though he knows that it is an illusion.
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i can smell your kitchen from here!
it’s only 8:00, but here’s a toast to longer days, longer rides, and keeping an ear alert for talking dogs.
Merry Christmas, My fellow Irishman! We’ll be having an Italian dinner- Eggplant Parmasian. Yours sounds great. Have all the best and keep writing.
Toast accepted and honored, SteveO. Greek salad and monkey brains here, chased with a bit of shredded beef on real nice wheat tortillas. We found time for a great ski today after raking two roofs off. The record snow from last year has already been surpassed here. It has been a great day here and we wish the same to you all.