September 2012

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What is a Hatch chile?

A variety of Hatch chiles.

Yesterday I told you a little about the history of Hatch and their famous chiles which seemed to confuse a few people. I talked about how Jim Lytle developed the Big Jim and how his son and grandson created the Lumbria and Legacy chile peppers and a few readers were all, “Wait…but what, exactly, is a Hatch chile?”

There is no chile called Hatch. There’s just a bunch of different long green peppers grown in the Hatch Valley. And even that has become a bit problematic since there are some unscrupulous farmers all over the Southwest and even into Mexico who now grow and market what they call Hatch chiles. (Last year the New Mexico state legislature passed a law making it illegal to sell any chile as New Mexican that wasn’t actually grown there.)

Now this also explains why it is that you can buy Hatch chiles that are mild, medium, hot, or extra hot. They’re all different varieties of Hatch chiles. Here are some of the most popular:

New Mexico 6: This is a very mild, somewhat smallish chile with pods 5-8 inches long.

Big Jim: The granddaddy of Hatch chiles and probably the most famous. They’re medium-hot and generally 7-12 inches long (although Jimmy Lytle has grown some monsters that were 16 inches). If you were looking for a pepper to make chile relleno with, this would be a good pick.

Legacy: This is a newish Hatch chile with thick meat and lots of flavor. It’s somewhere between a New Mexico 6 and Big Jim in heat.

Sandia: True Hatch chile aficionados swear by this baby. It’s hot and spicy with pods 5-9 inches long.

Lumbre: If you’re one of those nuts that just loves the heat in their food, this is what you want. These 4-7 inch peppers are extra hot.

Now there’s also a Hatch chile known as The Ghost Chile that’s even hotter than a Lumbre but it’s a different pepper altogether. They’re similar in size to a habanero but even hotter. At least that’s what people say and I’m going to take their word for it since there’s no way I’m trying one.

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Hatch Chile Express and Big Jim

Hatch Chile Express

Sooner or later all chile lovers end up at the Hatch Chile Express in Hatch, New Mexico.

There are just about a million places to buy chiles in Hatch, from the guy sitting by the side of the road selling 25-lb. bags to all the farmer’s stands up and down the Mesilla Valley which runs from Las Cruces to Hatch, nearly 40 miles.

Sooner or later, though, you’ll end up at the Hatch Chile Express which is run and owned by the Lytle family. The Lytles are chile royalty here in Hatch. The current king is Jimmy Lytle who is in his late 60s. His maternal grandfather, Joseph Franzoy, who was from Austria, came to Hatch Valley in the 1920s and began growing peppers to sell to miners in Silver City, New Mexico.

Franzoy had 10 children, all farmers. His daughter, June—Jimmy Lytle’s mother—is, at 88, the last alive. But that’s not really what makes them royalty. That would be Jimmy Lytle’s father, Jim Sr., who developed the most famous chile in the Hatch Valley, the Big Jim. Not that the Lytles have been resting on their laurels ever since. Jimmy and his son, Faron, created the Lumbria and, more recently, the Legacy chile peppers. All sold at the Hatch Chile Express. You have to believe ol’ Joseph Franzoy would be proud.

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Let me set the scene for you at the Hatch Chile Festival: Last year’s festival queen sits on a folding chair munching a smoked turkey leg while Gib, up on the stage, announces the contestants in the fiddle contest.

A young boy, no more than 12, climbs up on stage and shyly announces he’ll be playing “Cottonpatch Rag.”

His grandfather, wearing a dusty white cowboy hat, stands stoically beside the young red-haired boy, accompanying him on an old guitar. The playing is lively, the beat sturdy and sure. A few cowboys put down their plates of gorditas or sweet tamales to hoof it out on the dance floor with their wives or girlfriends.

Gib thanks the young boy for the tune and admonishes everyone to go visit the food vendors and “Git yourself some of the finest chiles in the world. Ya eat a little Hatch chile tonight and you’ll get up in the morning and be deeply moved.”

The festival crowd, mostly local farmers from up and down the banks of the Rio Grande, moan at the joke.

It’s sweltering beneath the aluminum roof of the open-sided exhibition hall on this Labor Day weekend, but it’s even hotter out on the dusty fairgrounds where dozens of pickups, straining from beds stacked high with 40-lb. sacks of fleshy red, orange, yellow, and green chiles, line up cheek- to-jowl with farmers selling gunny sacks of freshly harvested green chiles which, for a few bucks more, they’ll roast for you in mesh drums spun over butane fires.

I buy a plate of chile rellenos and find an empty chair in front of the stage and listen to the fiddlers, watch the cowboys dance, and admire the beautiful folklorico dancers, in all-white dresses, as they stomp their feet and swirl up a breeze in the sweltering heat here in Hatch, the Chile Capital of the World.

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I love transitions in the landscape when I’m driving. Even something as short as the drive from Las Cruces to Hatch can be amazing. It’s only 40 miles but once you get out of Las Cruces, you’re on a two-lane country road that meanders north through the fertile Rincon Valley, lined with dense orchards of pecan trees and, as you get closer and closer to Hatch, row after row of shiny green knee-high plants bowed from the weight of glistening pods of varying sizes and colors: chiles. Hatch chiles.

Saturday morning, as I got nearer and nearer to the little town of Hatch, the pungent, smoky air wafting through the valley let me know it was Hatch Chile Festival time. That and the bright red chile ristras hanging from windows, doorways, and even the roofs of the many little shops selling Hatch chiles and related articles.

I drove straight through town, following the signs to the festival grounds just outside of town. This short video shows you what I’m talking about.

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Massage treatment at Enchantment Resort, Sedona

L’Dona performing The Awakening at the Enchantment Resort in Sedona. Photo by David Lansing.

I made it to the Hatch Chile Festival over Labor Day Weekend and I’m going to write about all that, I really am, but first I’ve just got to tell you one more Sedona story because…well, just listen.

My last morning at the Enchantment Resort in Sedona I had a spa treatment called The Awakening which was performed by a woman who called herself L’Dona. It was two hours long and began with me getting naked, except for a bathrobe, and sitting on the edge of L’Dona’s massage table which she’d set up in back of my casita facing the red rocks known as Kachina Woman.

Before we could start The Awakening, L’Dona said, I needed to answer three questions for her: Why am I here today? What has been my spiritual journey in the world so far? And, lastly, What do I want?

I answered her questions as best I could (just try and ask those questions of yourself and see what you come up with), and then L’Dona told me a little about herself: Her birth name was Donna Lynn; she was born in Bangor, Maine; her father was a charismatic Episcopal minister and her mother had constant nervous breakdowns as Donna-Lynn was growing up (she didn’t become L’Dona until she moved to Sedona).

After one of her mother’s nervous breakdowns, the family moved to the high desert in California, and when that didn’t work, on up to Anchorage where her mother tried to commit suicide by walking outside in the middle of the night when it was 22 degrees below zero.

She didn’t die but she did loose some toes, fingers, “stuff like that.” After that, the family moved to Carmel. Shortly thereafter, L’Dona got pregnant (she was barely 18) and left home.

She moved back to Anchorage where, between the ages of 18 and 25, she had three children. When she was 30, she left her husband and kids in Alaska and moved by herself to Monterey where she became an interior decorator. She remarried. She got Jungian therapy and believed that dreams were the best way to figure out life. During this time she had a dream in which a man who looked like Julio Iglesias (she calls this character her “inner groom”) stood in front of a table covered with sheets and told her she needed to do something else with her life. The setting of the dream was barren except for rocks. So she told her husband (she’d divorced husband number two and married husband number three) and they got in a car and drove around the Four Corners area.

They spent months in Utah and Colorado and New Mexico (she was sure it was going to be Santa Fe, but after living there in a camper for three weeks realized that it was not), and finally Arizona. She didn’t want it to be Arizona. After almost a month in Flagstaff, she was feeling despondent because nothing was fitting what Julio Iglesias, her “inner groom,” had told her. Her husband said, There’s this little road south of here, why don’t we take it?

So they drove towards Sedona and when she got to Oak Canyon, she started to cry. She made her husband let her out of the car. She sat by the red rocks and cried while he drove into town. The next day, she took the car and followed a road out of town that led to Boynton Canyon and the gates of the Enchantment Resort and went up there and said, “I need to be a massage therapist here.”

They hired her and she’s been a therapist at the resort ever since. During this time she developed The Awakening.

After our hour-long chat, I got naked and climbed up on the massage table. She had a little boom box and put on some chanting music. Then she anointed me with oils that had been made in Tibet, Machu Picchu, Mt. Shasta, and the Egyptian pyramids, which are all known sites for vortices. As she anointed me, she invoked a wide range of gods, saints, spirits, and others to bring me peace, to open my heart, to center my energies, and so forth.

After anointing me, she placed crystals down my body at all my chakra points beginning with my scrotum. As she placed each crystal on my body, she’d ask me to focus on it and to allow negative energy to flow out and to feel myself connected to the center of the earth and to allow all that positive energy to flow up and inside to me. She would put one hand on the crystal at the chakra point (which was interesting when it was my scrotum) and another on my forehead and chant in what sounded like some Native American language.

She kept putting crystals on me until she got to my head. She put a crystal on my forehead and a string of crystals across my closed eyes and then told me that I needed to feel the alignment of all my energy sources as they connected me to the earth and came up through my feet and along my spine and to my heart and to my head, pushing out all negative energy through the top. Then she went down to the bottom of the massage table and bowed her head at my feet, placing the palms of her hands on the soles of my feet, and chanted for a good five minutes.

That was the end of The Awakening.

Late that afternoon I checked out of my hotel and drove 465 miles through the dark desert night to Hatch, New Mexico. I couldn’t find a single good radio station on the drive.

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