Monday April 13, 2009
Are you still with me? For those of you who have been following this blog, you know we are on the road. From Oregon to New Mexico, touching Idaho, Utah, Circling Four Corners, that is Utah, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, and yesterday we hit Sante Fe, New Mexico, where I turned into a food critic.
If I could give stars to restaurants, this restaurant, The Anasazi Restaurant at the Inn of The Anasazi 113 Washington Ave, Sante Fe New Mexico would have five stars. For you guys who eat read meat, this restaurant beat out Texas where Daughter D and I though served the best steaks. Nope, it’s Sante Fe.
On Easter Sunday I drove from Cortez, Colorado to Sante Fe, New Mexico, it rained, it blew, it was beautiful, and after some debate whether to South go to Albuquerque or North to Sante Fe, Santa Fe won. Being Easter Sunday, many places were closed, but intuition led us to The Anasazi Restaurant. Everything was perfect. We had rib eye steak, bone in, with a chipole glaze. Seldom do I like a glaze on steak, but that steak was perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. The steak sat on a bed of spinach and asparagus over mashed potatoes flavored with some sort of peppers–we don’t know what, but they were delicately wonderful. You know how hard it is to keep spinach hot? Place it under the steak, that does the trick. The steak was garnished with shitaki mushrooms, and slivers of red and green peppers, and to on the side delicate baby carrots. Oh, we began with a salad of beets, roasted artichoke hearts, goat cheese and curly endive, with beet juice gracing the plate, and a delicate dressing. It was the special of the day, our Easter Sunday celebration, and we were the first customers of the evening, so that combination of food and events probably will not happen again in this lifetime. (I had left-over steak for breakfast, and Peaches had any trim I could cut off the bone.)
A couple of days ago Daughter D said, "Look at the mileage." It read 13, the mileage from home is 2,058.5 miles.
We are in Taos, New Mexico. Tomorrow we are driving to Colorado to look at some property.
We have seen some horses that might be wild, some near Four Corners, and later scattered out in the prairies of New Mexico. They could be domestic, but do people turn their horses loose in miles of untamed territory? First they would never catch their horse. Second the horse would soon be wild. So I wonder, you know there is controversy over wild horses grazing the land that ranchers want for their cattle, but there are miles and miles of untamed territory. Sage brush and grass is rather like the ocean here. And don’t ranchers know that when horses are in competition with other grazers horses take the worst forage? (That is not counting alfalfa hay that is candy to them.)
So, I wonder if it’s a white man thing. We pushed the Native Americans off their land and put them on the worst land and called them reservations. We stole their land, and put them in corrals. And then we take the mustangs from their land so we can have sole possession. I bet the mustangs didn’t have any trouble sharing with the buffalo.
