Green Chili and Sopapillas
August 29. 2017
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Soon as we rolled east of the Grand Canyon, I began to ask
at restaurants and cafes for "green chile and sopapillas,"
remembering that as the signature dish on our road trip through
these parts way back in spring of '89. Back then, we seemed to
find it everywhere we stopped, but we had less luck this time,
getting instead dishes that seemed close but not quite the right
Blue Corn Cafe in Santa Fe knew what we meant, though.
Later, strolling in the plaza, Ellie pointed to an
updated plaque, suggesting that this would be a good way to
manage the current furor this season about statues or named
places that honored Confederate generals or others whose heroic
acts then -- whether defending slavery or attacking Indians --
seem reprehensible today. I agreed that a plaque indicating
monuments reflected the times in which they were erected seemed
a fitting way to handle all this. But someone in Santa Fe wasn't
so easily pacified, and they had chipped out "savage" in front
of Indians and replaced it with "courageous."