Dressing or stuffing? Pumpkin or sweet potato pie? Brine, baste, roast or deep-fry the bird? What you consider to be the “correct” answer to these and other culinary questions about our nation’s annual Thanksgiving feast depend largely on where you live.
Elvis Presley will forever be regarded as an icon in the world of music, an innovative performer in multiple genres ranging from rock to country to gospel. His legacy as the King of Rock ‘n’Roll lingers long after his 1977 death.
Driving through Tucson, Arizona introduces a landscape quite unlike any other in the United States—no matter which direction you look, there is a towering Saguaro cactus dotting the horizon. They’re found in abundance on this arid terrain, along with other types of cacti. You wonder if anything else can grow amidst such harsh weather—temperatures soar well north of 100°F in summer!
Nobody obsesses over peppers like the denizens of New Mexico. Not your uncle who holds the family record for eating jalapeños. Not your buddy who’s a self-professed “chili-head” and boasts shelves lined with hot sauces with punny names in his man cave. Not that lady who just pulled a bottle of hot sauce out of her purse at the restaurant table next to yours. Nobody. First of all, in the Land of Enchantment, peppers are called “chiles.” (“Chili” is that thick spicy soup with beans that may or may not have some meat in it.)
