Good Bye, Santa Fe

Leaving in the morning, making the eight-hour drive back to Phoenix for the airport. As my new friend, Tammy, told me, Santa Fe is a special place, and I hate to leave. The wide open space, the mountains, the dust, the heat, the afternoon thunderstorms, the buzz of hummingbirds flitting and hovering in the flowering shrubs, the ever present scents of lavender and sage. The outdoor opera house, the Lucchese cowboy boot store, Todos Santos candy shop, classes at the Santa Fe School of Cooking, the open air Farmers’ Market at the Railyard, the surprises of color in and around every corner. Fry bread, Tiwa tacos, rows of hanging ristras, sweet aniseed tamales, chiles rellenos, white chocolate mole, Chef Jeremiah Schultz’s roasted tomato salsa with almonds, posole.

I will miss it all.

Enjoy my pictures, but please come see Santa Fe for yourself.

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I’ll be writing next from my own kitchen, ready to share some of the preparations I discovered while on vacation. See you there!