Old School Comfort.
A classic recipe I conjured a few years ago, living in Northern New Mexico.
From the archives: I have been craving comfort food and shepherd’s pie- even though it’s been a warm and breezy week here by the Chama River north of Santa Fe. The promise of Spring is tugging at our sluggish winter bodies, cracking and stiff and a tad thicker than one would care to admit. We are itchy to walk- just as the junipers are shedding pollen in curtains of dirty yellow. We walked and sneezed and rubbed gritty eyes. The coyotes are laughing on the rim of the mesa. I listen and note they are closer than usual, emboldened by our wintery hibernation. The land belongs to them now. We’re simply tourists. As it should be, I murmur.