Bison Rustling and Willkommen Christina

A call came in before the crack of dawn on Wednesday from our alarm company saying the motion detectors had been tripped at Chapman Chile and the police alerted. Someone had cut the power to the building and smashed through our laminated glass front door. Fran and I were wondering what they could have been after since the place barely makes enough money to pay for itself and we would never leave any cash in the register. A friend suggested they may have been bison rustlers - a possibility I suppose since Frontier meats told us we couldn't get any bison until Friday. On the bright side the power was restored before we lost any food.

I think I had the temerity in a prior post to suggest that disasters like this have been happening about once a month. I take it back! It would be nice to have an uneventful fall, although if things remained mundane for too long I would get really nervous that something truly awful was lurking right around the corner. I can picture the Guide headline: "Chapman Chile Kitchen Reduced to Smoking Crater by Mysterious Force from Outer Space!"

This weekend is the confluence of farmer's markets. Fran has bamboozled some good friends of ours into working the Celebration market while she toils at White Rock. If you read this and stop by Celebration, say hello to Christina - or rather say "guten tag." Christina and family are calling Texas home for a couple of years before returning to Germany.

The chicken salad has returned to the menu, so definitely give it a try. Another salad made with couscous, pomegranates and roasted nuts is coming later in the fall.

Wherefore art thou, green chile stew? I must apologize that with all the upheaval I haven't managed to roast any New Mexico peppers. Hopefully I can get that done this week.