today i am making mexican food ~ it never fails to bring back so many memories of when i was a little girl, growing up in Santa Fe, then Tucumcari… oh, the tastes and smells and passions passed along from hand to hand, heart to stomach ~ when we had our holiday parties and get togethers, the ladies that worked with and for my parents, would bring pasole with red sauce shimmering like liquid rubies, homemade tortillas that made you feel warm all over, green chile chicken enchiladas with just the right creaminess to tame the roasted hatch green chile. i love that my life was surrounded by all this love ~ even if you weren’t being hugged and held, eating the spicy, comforting food always left you feeling as though you were ~