Cable darling, red chile queen
It was a cold and snowy Sunday morning when I first went to Cecilia’s. The air smelled like piñon smoke. Inside, it was still chilly sitting by the old brick wall at the south end of the dining room. I noticed a wood stove at the other end, so I switched seats. There was a woman sitting next to the stove sorting a big sack of pinto beans.
It’s another week, and you know what that means! Time to tell you about more places to go order take out from. Keep supporting local is all I can say.