Headed south to the Pueblo Chile and Frijole Festival today, where the air was filled with the dizzying scent of roasting chiles. It made me swoon. I ate the “original chile wrap,” for three dollars, which consisted of a freshly roasted green chile, unseeded, topped with some cheddar cheese, and wrapped in tortilla. Muy bueno.
Everywhere, they were roasting chiles. There is nothing that smells like that, so dusky and sharp, catching in the back of your throat, filling your sinues. It is a scent that goes with late summer, with harvest.
This little girl was too shy to have her photo taken alone:
There was also a powwow going on, adding a whole thick layer of color and music to the day. We passed a bead stall on the way out:
So much color!