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I love salsa. I usually check delis in stores for different kinds of fresh stuff. I prefer that over anything that's been cooked. But I even mix them.Picked up some local made green chili salsa....... When the label says 'hot' it ain't kidding.
Yup, definite difference in taste, not bad just different. All chilies are picked green but some are hung in the sun to finish ripening to become red chilies. The argument still rages (and probably always will) as to which is hotter, red or green, it's a matter of which chili variety it is, not what color it is. For salsa all chilies are roasted and peeled first then mixed to make the different salsas. Here in New Mexico chili is a state past time, if the wait staff doesn't automatically ask if you want "red or green" then you're not in a New Mexican restaurant.........I love salsa. I usually check delis in stores for different kinds of fresh stuff. I prefer that over anything that's been cooked. But I even mix them.Picked up some local made green chili salsa....... When the label says 'hot' it ain't kidding.
Funny that I've never had the green stuff. Is it much different tasting then the regular salsa?
Oh they even make an apple-green chili pie that is a favorite of many, right now all the grocery stores are selling green chili everything.
I don't have any friends that live nearby, and only see friends for a weekend every few months, so the idea that I have been secretly hanging out with someone was especially funny to the little one. 
I am an avowed fan of New York City. There are smells that are there and no other place in America. The Dirty Water hot dog vendors heat that dirty water by charcoal as propane would present too great a danger. But they burn something other than the Kingsford briquettes used around here. That weird charcoal smell, as well as some food borne viruses yet to be identified, makes those little carts unique. Of course the subway with its exotic mixture of underground funk, urine and steampipes make travel in the five boroughs a memorable experience.It gets worse as we go back in time............ Specifically if one lived in a city......Well, October has handed in its two week notice. The month that brings the last balmy days will soon be replaced by chilly, rainy November. November with Veteran's Day, Thanksgiving and the modern holidays of Black Friday and Cyber Monday. The unofficial yet oddly official kickoff to the Christmas shopping season. Oy!
There was a discernible nip in the air today. Though sunny, the wind was from the north and temperatures struggled to break the sixty degree mark. The autumn color has yet to peak, unusual for mid October. Since the leaves have yet to fully change color, they have also failed to fall from the trees.
That sweet aroma of wet leaves decaying mixed with the pungent smell of piles of leaves smoldering is missing from this time of year. But, then again, there are lots of aromas missing around here. The smell of coal furnaces in every home is gone. The acidic odors or steel mills is also gone. The sulfuric smell of coke plants no longer fouls the air. Exhaust from diesel locomotives has replaced the smell of coal fired trains.
They say your memory is in your nose. I say my olfactory memory bank is no longer as overloaded as it was in my long gone youth.
New York City is a complete sensual experience I've only been on the periphery of........ Thankfully.......... Jersey was bad enough.I am an avowed fan of New York City. There are smells that are there and no other place in America. The Dirty Water hot dog vendors heat that dirty water by charcoal as propane would present too great a danger. But they burn something other than the Kingsford briquettes used around here. That weird charcoal smell, as well as some food borne viruses yet to be identified, makes those little carts unique. Of course the subway with its exotic mixture of underground funk, urine and steampipes make travel in the five boroughs a memorable experience.It gets worse as we go back in time............ Specifically if one lived in a city......Well, October has handed in its two week notice. The month that brings the last balmy days will soon be replaced by chilly, rainy November. November with Veteran's Day, Thanksgiving and the modern holidays of Black Friday and Cyber Monday. The unofficial yet oddly official kickoff to the Christmas shopping season. Oy!
There was a discernible nip in the air today. Though sunny, the wind was from the north and temperatures struggled to break the sixty degree mark. The autumn color has yet to peak, unusual for mid October. Since the leaves have yet to fully change color, they have also failed to fall from the trees.
That sweet aroma of wet leaves decaying mixed with the pungent smell of piles of leaves smoldering is missing from this time of year. But, then again, there are lots of aromas missing around here. The smell of coal furnaces in every home is gone. The acidic odors or steel mills is also gone. The sulfuric smell of coke plants no longer fouls the air. Exhaust from diesel locomotives has replaced the smell of coal fired trains.
They say your memory is in your nose. I say my olfactory memory bank is no longer as overloaded as it was in my long gone youth.
Take I-95 from Newark to Camden and experience tenth grade chemistry class all over again. The first few miles smell of burning styrofoam cups. Then the odor of vinyl floor tile mastic takes over. Soon you pass an animal fat rendering plant! Yummy! Sulfur, vinegar, sweat socks, smoldering white wall radial tires, a sewage treatment plant or two and finally a municipal landfill and you're in Camden.New York City is a complete sensual experience I've only been on the periphery of........ Thankfully.......... Jersey was bad enough.I am an avowed fan of New York City. There are smells that are there and no other place in America. The Dirty Water hot dog vendors heat that dirty water by charcoal as propane would present too great a danger. But they burn something other than the Kingsford briquettes used around here. That weird charcoal smell, as well as some food borne viruses yet to be identified, makes those little carts unique. Of course the subway with its exotic mixture of underground funk, urine and steampipes make travel in the five boroughs a memorable experience.It gets worse as we go back in time............ Specifically if one lived in a city......Well, October has handed in its two week notice. The month that brings the last balmy days will soon be replaced by chilly, rainy November. November with Veteran's Day, Thanksgiving and the modern holidays of Black Friday and Cyber Monday. The unofficial yet oddly official kickoff to the Christmas shopping season. Oy!
There was a discernible nip in the air today. Though sunny, the wind was from the north and temperatures struggled to break the sixty degree mark. The autumn color has yet to peak, unusual for mid October. Since the leaves have yet to fully change color, they have also failed to fall from the trees.
That sweet aroma of wet leaves decaying mixed with the pungent smell of piles of leaves smoldering is missing from this time of year. But, then again, there are lots of aromas missing around here. The smell of coal furnaces in every home is gone. The acidic odors or steel mills is also gone. The sulfuric smell of coke plants no longer fouls the air. Exhaust from diesel locomotives has replaced the smell of coal fired trains.
They say your memory is in your nose. I say my olfactory memory bank is no longer as overloaded as it was in my long gone youth.
Nah, we were advised eons ago to avoid Camden at all costs, was told it would be safer to travel west to Saint Louis, northeast to Detroit then down to Newark but only if it was a life or death need to go to Newark........... And the people giving us the advice couldn't think of anything that would constitute a life or death need to visit Newark.Take I-95 from Newark to Camden and experience tenth grade chemistry class all over again. The first few miles smell of burning styrofoam cups. Then the odor of vinyl floor tile mastic takes over. Soon you pass an animal fat rendering plant! Yummy! Sulfur, vinegar, sweat socks, smoldering white wall radial tires, a sewage treatment plant or two and finally a municipal landfill and you're in Camden.New York City is a complete sensual experience I've only been on the periphery of........ Thankfully.......... Jersey was bad enough.I am an avowed fan of New York City. There are smells that are there and no other place in America. The Dirty Water hot dog vendors heat that dirty water by charcoal as propane would present too great a danger. But they burn something other than the Kingsford briquettes used around here. That weird charcoal smell, as well as some food borne viruses yet to be identified, makes those little carts unique. Of course the subway with its exotic mixture of underground funk, urine and steampipes make travel in the five boroughs a memorable experience.It gets worse as we go back in time............ Specifically if one lived in a city......Well, October has handed in its two week notice. The month that brings the last balmy days will soon be replaced by chilly, rainy November. November with Veteran's Day, Thanksgiving and the modern holidays of Black Friday and Cyber Monday. The unofficial yet oddly official kickoff to the Christmas shopping season. Oy!
There was a discernible nip in the air today. Though sunny, the wind was from the north and temperatures struggled to break the sixty degree mark. The autumn color has yet to peak, unusual for mid October. Since the leaves have yet to fully change color, they have also failed to fall from the trees.
That sweet aroma of wet leaves decaying mixed with the pungent smell of piles of leaves smoldering is missing from this time of year. But, then again, there are lots of aromas missing around here. The smell of coal furnaces in every home is gone. The acidic odors or steel mills is also gone. The sulfuric smell of coke plants no longer fouls the air. Exhaust from diesel locomotives has replaced the smell of coal fired trains.
They say your memory is in your nose. I say my olfactory memory bank is no longer as overloaded as it was in my long gone youth.
I love salsa. I usually check delis in stores for different kinds of fresh stuff. I prefer that over anything that's been cooked. But I even mix them.Picked up some local made green chili salsa....... When the label says 'hot' it ain't kidding.
Funny that I've never had the green stuff. Is it much different tasting then the regular salsa?
I wouldn't go anywhere NYC if I were paid millions of dollars. Too many people.
*shudder*
I love salsa. I usually check delis in stores for different kinds of fresh stuff. I prefer that over anything that's been cooked. But I even mix them.Picked up some local made green chili salsa....... When the label says 'hot' it ain't kidding.
Funny that I've never had the green stuff. Is it much different tasting then the regular salsa?
I suppose green chile is an acquired taste, and I can't speak for that grown outside of New Mexico, but Hatch green chile grown in the Mesilla Valley in the southern part of the state, pretty much the only chile used in New Mexico, is considered the world's finest. And I have yet to find anybody who doesn't like it. And yes, it tastes different from red chile and most especially the bottled chile powder that is commercially marketed throughout the country. Green chile is commonly used as a staple here--it is roasted and then peeled and served with all manner of Spanish, Mexican, New Mexican, southwestern cuisine. Whole roasted and peeled green chiles are included in hamburgers, on eggs, just about everything.
Green chile can be as mild as any food is mild or so hot it is inedible to most of us. (We learn to ask the waiter at restaurants how hot the chile is that day. If it is really hot chile, then we request it be served on the side so that we can partake more moderately. Even the milder chile can really have a bite to those not used to the cuisine though.
New Mexico is the only state in the union with an official state question: "Red or Green?" meaning which chile do you want with your order of course. And those who enjoy the special flavor of both will sometimes answer "Christmas" meaning they want both red and green chile on their enchilada.
NYC is on my bucket list to avoid at all costs...... So far so good.I wouldn't go anywhere NYC if I were paid millions of dollars. Too many people.
*shudder*
New York City is on my bucket list of places I would like to visit before I die though. I have never been anywhere in the northeast. Our son will be performing at Kennedy Center next spring and is pretty excited about that. Wish we could be there.
The audiologist says that after I get used to them I will be able to hear an ant peeing 50 yards away.
I love salsa. I usually check delis in stores for different kinds of fresh stuff. I prefer that over anything that's been cooked. But I even mix them.Picked up some local made green chili salsa....... When the label says 'hot' it ain't kidding.
Funny that I've never had the green stuff. Is it much different tasting then the regular salsa?
I suppose green chile is an acquired taste, and I can't speak for that grown outside of New Mexico, but Hatch green chile grown in the Mesilla Valley in the southern part of the state, pretty much the only chile used in New Mexico, is considered the world's finest. And I have yet to find anybody who doesn't like it. And yes, it tastes different from red chile and most especially the bottled chile powder that is commercially marketed throughout the country. Green chile is commonly used as a staple here--it is roasted and then peeled and served with all manner of Spanish, Mexican, New Mexican, southwestern cuisine. Whole roasted and peeled green chiles are included in hamburgers, on eggs, just about everything.
Green chile can be as mild as any food is mild or so hot it is inedible to most of us. (We learn to ask the waiter at restaurants how hot the chile is that day. If it is really hot chile, then we request it be served on the side so that we can partake more moderately. Even the milder chile can really have a bite to those not used to the cuisine though.
New Mexico is the only state in the union with an official state question: "Red or Green?" meaning which chile do you want with your order of course. And those who enjoy the special flavor of both will sometimes answer "Christmas" meaning they want both red and green chile on their enchilada.
Every time we go to El Paso, one of our neighbors will ask us to stop in Hatch and bring them some peppers. The guy is a gourmet cook and won't use anything except Hatch peppers.
