Sweetwater Harvest Kitchen – Santa Fe, New Mexico
My friend Schuyler jokes that because the diet of my formative years was mostly beans, chile and tortillas as well as chile, tortillas and beans, I’ve developed an insatiable curiosity and appetite for anything that isn’t beans, chile and tortillas (although I still love those). “No one else,” he claims “is equally enthusiastic about bacon-infused decadence one day as he is the healthy paleo foods the next. Schuyler calls me “the anti-Mikey” (the little boy in the Life cereal commercials who hated everything, except of course, Life cereal). He argues that I like everything. In his eyes it doesn’t count that I loath, abhor and detest cumin when it desecrates the purity of New Mexico’s sacrosanct chile because I love cumin on Indian and Thai food. I remind him of my profound dislike for tea either as a cold or hot beverage and his retort is a reminder about how much I love the tea leaves smoked duck at Budai Gourmet Chinese. If you’re getting the impression that arguing with Schuyler is a no-win proposition or exercise in one-upmanship, you’re probably wondering why we’ve been friends for more than three decades. The great philosopher Plutarch probably explains it best: “I…