First, a detour to examine the grinder situation of Taos. No, they do not call them grinders (what a find that would have been!). I think subs was the preferred nomenclature but at one establishment, just after the turn off for Arroyo Seco on Rte. 150, they call them Tunnels. I had been warned? alerted? that these were the best in town.
We sampled them as part of the confluence of our New Mexico tribe - Carol and her husband, Tom, drove up from Santa Fe for a visit and lunch with Martie and Ani. I guess, technically, Tunnels are HOGs (Hot Oven Grinders), a separate story from our original investigations.
Love the Grateful Dead reference they managed to sneak in - this is Taos after all.
After a delicious lunch that can't be beat, Carol and Tom returned to Santa Fe and we went up the mountain to Martie's straw bale house. It is definitely a four-wheel-drive experience to get there. Well worth the effort. however. The outside scenery is stunning (once again...New Mexico is definitely a Land of Enchantment) and the inside scenery is pretty fabulous too.
|Ani at her wheel in Martie's fibre loft.|
|A stash to die for.|
|Martie about to give me and Lucy a demo on her large wheel with a quill attachment thingie.|
|A bin of Merino.|
|BFL and silk blend.|
Longtime readers of this blog may remember something about a vow to not buy any fibre until my current stash is used up.
In my next post I will reveal how that vow held up....it's a real nail biter!