Science tells us that the sense that is the most evocative of memory is that of smell. I know this to be true. Nothing takes me back faster to the autumns of my youth in New Mexico than the smell of roasting green chile. And not just any green chile, but the Big Jim variety grown in Hatch, New Mexico, a tiny hamlet near my own home town.
When I moved to Colorado two years ago, I nearly cried when I caught a whiff of pure heaven at the Farmer's Market. I followed my nose, and here is what I found:
YES!!! The gentleman in the above photo is roasting HATCH GREEN CHILE!!!
Now you could roast chile in your own oven at home, but only if you like the idea of cleaning chile off the inside of the oven for months to come.
All this is well and good you say, but what do I do with the chile? Tune in tomorrow...