The Sandia Blues

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The Sandias from La Cueva Picnic Area.
The Sandias from La Cueva Picnic Area.

The May weather has weirded up on us here in Dog Country. The folks up Santa Fe way got a shit-pot full of hail the other day, and yesterday we enjoyed the sort of winds that ordinarily are restricted to Wyoming. Plus rain.

But nobody in his right mind who lives in a desert bitches about rain. This adage may or may not apply to me.

Going up. ...
Going up. …

I got a nice little ride in Monday on the Rivendell Joe Appaloosa, grunting my way up to La Cueva Picnic Area off Tramway.

Tuesday looked ugly, and I had a bunch of things to do, so I went for a short run early before the winds got busy.

But as it turns out I might have been better served by riding yesterday, ’cause today is one gray, chilly, breezy sumbitch.

Maybe I’ll deploy a cyclo-cross bike and chase myself around Piedra Lisa for a bit.

Or maybe I’ll just stay inside and try to make me some hay while the sun ain’t shining.

There goes the king

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Budweiser overthrows its king and declares a republic.
Budweiser overthrows its king and declares a republic.

OK, here’s my pitch:

The commercial opens with a long shot of an inpenetrable, red-white-and-blue Wall being built along the U.S.-Mexico border. A Wall made of … wait for it … cans of America.

Pop. Hiss. Slurp. Clink. Pop. Hiss. Slurp. Clink.

In the background, Pink Floyd: “All in all it’s just another brick in the Wall.”

And finally, the scroll: “There’s is no other one. There’s only something less. America: You’ve been canned. Trump 2016.”

Pay me.

Nada De Laurentiis

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Another winner from Nada De Chingada.
Another winner from Nada De Chingada.

I made this for dinner last night.

Except I didn’t have any sweet Italian turkey sausage, so I used hot Italian pork sausage.

And I didn’t have two red bell peppers, so I used a combo of yellow, orange and green.

Also, I used Mexican oregano, and dried basil.

Only three garlic cloves.

There was no Marsala wine handy, so I substituted apple cider.

Ditto the fresh Italian sandwich rolls, so I served it over spaghetti.

Doubled up on the red pepper flakes.

Oh, yeah, and I added a garnish of flat-leaf Italian parsley and grated a little Parmigiano-Reggiano over it.

Now that I think about it, I guess I didn’t make this after all.

But it was still pretty goddamn good.