Today I babysit the office since the others are off on busyness trips. Thank goodness for iTunes radio. I can listen to PlayClassicalUK with Mr. Lambourn while I update databases and other bits and pieces. Phone and email are quiet.
It's time now to find a ristra wreath for the car. The chiles are harvested and being roasted all over the place in various store parking lots. Big black barrels rotate over flame while people stand in line with enormous burlap bags of fresh green chiles waiting their turn for roasting. You see this all over town. The aroma is beyond belief. The ristra chiles are red, however, usually, traditionally, and when you see them hanging in quantity, some 2-3 feet in length, the effect is a magnificent experience of red.
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