New Mexico

The Drought Left Me One Choice: Drive 400 Cattle 120 Miles With an 80-Year-Old Uncle, a City Kid and a Dog

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Handsome rancher in a cowboy hat with dark hair and stubble on horseback on a dry Texas ranch at golden hour

No rain for fourteen months. No grass. No money for trucks. Just a lease on green pasture across the state line and a hundred and twenty miles of open country in between. My crew was my uncle, my nephew who had never touched a cow, and a border collie with opinions.

A Food Critic’s Review Destroyed My Restaurant in Chicago. Five Years Later, She Showed Up at My Chile Farm in New Mexico

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Handsome Latino chef with dark wavy hair and a trimmed beard standing in a New Mexico chile field at golden hour

Her review was eleven paragraphs long. By the time she got to the end, my Michelin-starred restaurant was finished. I moved home to my family’s chile farm and swore I’d never cook for a critic again. Then she pulled up to my roadside stand.