Friday, August 28, 2015

Barker X Hot From Hatch, New Mexico

Barker X Hot

My order of Barker X Hot came in this morning. Same species as the Sandia Hot that came in a few days ago from Hatch, New Mexico but a different variety.If you look at my earlier post you can see the difference in the two types. Many are smaller, gnarlier than the Sandia.

As soon as it cools down I'll begin roasting the chiles outside on the grill. We'll probably make our first pot of Chile Verde con Puerco (Green Chile with Pork) this Sunday, if it cools down a bit. These chiles were also bought from the Hatch Chile Store. The link is on my previous post.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Roasting New Mexico Green Chile

One half of my order of green chile from Hatch, New Mexico, came in this morning. I ordered half Sandia hot and Barker X hot, five pounds each.. The Sandia came today, the Barker should be here tomorrow.

I roasted the chiles outside on the grill, the same way my father roasted them. It adds a smokiness to the chiles. I always have at least one with a tortilla while I'm roasting, a simple tradition passed on from my father Back in the day, as my father would roast the chiles, my mother would be making homemade flour tortillas. In those days my father would have 2 or 3 gunny sacks filled with green chile. I would run back and forth for more tortillas for my father. That pinche chile I had with a tortilla was hot!! (but good)

My wife Jeri does all the Chile Verde cooking nowadays. She has mastered the fine art of Chile Verde. I can't wait to eat.

Ten pounds of chile really isn't that much but I'm glad I didn't order more. I went to the garage to put the bagged chiles in the freezer only to find out the freezer is broken. We had to make room in the house freezer.

The chiles were purchased at the Hatch Chile Store in Hatch, New Mexico. Click on the link to order your chile but you better hurry! The Hatch Chile Store link.

Hatch Green Chile
Courtesy of the USPS

Hatch Green Chile

Hatch Green Chile

Hatch Green Chile

Hatch Green Chile

Hatch Green Chile
Ready for the freezer

Friday, August 21, 2015

Photo of the Week: Maddie & Jeri

Jeri and Maddie

This photo is from a few months ago at Maddie's fifth grade graduation. My wife and I are in our 60's now. We are officially senior citizens but I ask you, in all honesty, does she look like a senior citizen?  My new favorite photo of my wife.

Mariah & Pop Pop

Mariah & Pop Pop

Last night with the new 16 year old, my granddaughter Mariah. Getting ready to dig into a plate of green chile chicken enchiladas made by Meranda. (they were delicious)

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Happy Sweet 16th Birthday to Our Granddaughter Mariah!

Mariah 2001

Happy Birthday to one of the great loves of my life, my granddaughter Mariah Today she is 16 years old. Unbelievable!! Time passes too quickly. This is one of my favorite photos of her from 2001. 

She is a wonderful and loving granddaughter and Jeri and I are so proud of her. We are proud to be her Grandparents - her Nana & Pop Pop. May God bless her and watch over her always! Love you Kiddo!

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

C-17 Globemaster III Production Line, Building 54, Boeing Company, Long Beach, California


This is a photo of the C-17 Globemaster III production line in building 54 at the Boeing (Formerly McDonnell Douglas) plant in Long Beach, California. It was taken during the peak production years during the mid to late 1990's. It's the end of an era. This is where the greatest aircraft workers in the world plied their trade.

Friday, August 14, 2015

"Think and Grow Rich" and Words to Live By!

I must have been 17 or 18 the first time I read "Think and Grow Rich" by Napoleon Hill. I must have read it at least a half dozen times or more in my life time. My father also read this book more than a few times. I still have my ragged old copy in a box somewhere around the house. When I was young, I read stacks of books on self improvement, or success or books on writing and speaking. These things were important to me when I was young.

I never did get rich and I never could quite figure out if it was because I just did not have the right stuff or because through the years my priorities and outlook on life kept changing. Those who know me know that money and material objects mean very little to me. I love things that keep life simple or those objects that are connected to a memory.

Still, every time I read that book I found words to live by, that have nothing to do with money, things that have enriched my life in other ways. Maybe that was really what Hill meant by "Think and Grow Rich". Let me say this here and now. No book can replace the Bible but I do believe that we can still find wisdom and sources of inspiration from everyday people.

This is a poem in his book. I'm not 100% sure if Hill is the author of the poem but it is inspiring nonetheless!

“If you think you are beaten, you are,
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you like to win, but you think you can’t,
It is almost certain you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost,
For out in the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It’s all in the state of MIND.

If you think you’re outclassed, you are,
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life’s battles, don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man
But soon or later the man who wins
Is the man WHO THINKS HE CAN!”

Thursday, August 13, 2015

The Hatch Chile Store

I ordered my green chile yesterday from the Hatch Chile Store in Hatch, New Mexico. Five pounds of Sandia Hot and five pounds of Barker X Hot. There is no better tasting chile on God's Green Earth. Below is the mailing address, telephone and fax numbers, as well as the email address and website. You can consider this a public service. Don't miss out! I'm looking forward to some "Hot" Chile Verde, Enchiladas, Tamales, Caldillo and so much more. I'll let you know how that turns out.

Office Mailing Address

PO BOX 1294
Hatch, NM 87937
Tel: 575-267-2246
Fax: 575-267-4435



When God Talks

Don't Quit

One of the toughest years of my life was 1983. I was 29 at the time. I was raising my two step daughters, Deedee and Lori, Meranda was 5 yeas old, Andrew was about a year and a half. Savannah was yet to be born. I had been laid off, there was a recession going on and it was tough finding another job. I had no thought of ever getting recalled to McDonnell Douglas. Jeri and I were struggling, trying to make ends meet. She found a job at Montes market, a small mom & pop store around the corner from our house. I would find an occasional job under the table. Somehow we managed to not get evicted.

For about six month that year we had no gas in the house. We had one old hot plate that we used to boil water and one electric fryer. My Landcruiser would have been repossessed but I kept it hidden and out of sight. I also had an old 1959 Ford pickup with a camper shell but no gas money to go anywhere. I had a warrant for my arrest for failure to appear (no registration).  So many other things went wrong that year that I could write a small book just on 1983. It was a hard year made even harder because I refused to ask for help. I'm still that way.

Still, one Saturday morning I found myself with  few extra bucks and I decided we were going for a drive. We headed out to the beaches in Orange County. Jeri and I, all the kids and our neighbor's daughter Adrienne. We took the pickup with the camper.

We had been driving for a while down Pacific Coast Highway when the truck started acting funny. I pulled into a parking lot at the beach. I don't know what beach it was. Being an L.A. Guy I was in completely unfamiliar territory. As soon as I pulled in the truck stalled. We let the kids out while I tried to figure out what was wrong, which is to say, I opened up the hood and stared at the engine.

I don't mind telling you, I was defeated. I looked around and there was not a building in sight, no gas station, no shops, nothing. So I tell Jeri “You stay with the kids. I'm going to look for a gas station or a phone or something!”

I didn't know which way to go but I went up the road and ended up in a long winding road in a canyon with no end in sight. I was hot and I was tired. Not tired from the day but tired of struggling. Defeated! I had been walking for over an hour when I just stopped. I didn't know if I should keep going or go back or just stand in this spot for the rest of my life. As I was looking down at my feet in defeat I saw this small piece of paper that said in bold print “Don't Quit”! I was flabbergasted!! I picked it up and read it. This is what it said:

Don't Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
Whe he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

I looked straight up to the sky and I said out loud “God, did you put this here for me? I began to pray and give thanks. My spirit was renewed. My energy was back and I was on my way again. Just around the corner a busy street with stores and more importantly, a gas station. I used the phone at the gas station and called a towing company. One of the guys at the gas station gave me a ride back to the truck.

The tow truck was a flat bed. The driver loaded up the truck and we all piled into the cab of the tow truck. It was hard for me when we pulled up onto our street. My pride made it hard for me. I did not (and still don't) like my mistakes and failures on public display. But it is what it is.

Did God speak to me that day or was it just a coincidence that at the exact moment when I needed to hear them, at the exact spot I decided to stop, the exact words I needed to hear were placed at my feet. I know the answer.

God doesn't call us over or call us on the phone and say “Randy, you got a minute?” No, he talks to us with subtle words and actions. This is how he speaks to us. It was no accident that this piece of paper was put at my feet. When God speaks to us we have  choice “I can listen or I can ignore him'.

I have held on to that piece of paper for 33 years. Whenever I felt like I can't take another step in my life I think back to that moment when I saw those words. This is roots of our family motto “We never quit!”