Wednesday, September 2, 2009

"The Secret Of A Spicy Jalapeno."
The Texan hit the tarmac at the Portland airport like a side of raw pork sticking to a charred grill. It was a forty minute drive to the throw back town where men farmed with the exploited aid of Mexican immigrants and wives served ice cold lemonade, hand squeezed in pretty glass pitchers while wearing aprons. Their floors mopped, the flower gardens manicured and the grass cut in diagonal rows while the laundry hung drying between the pinch of wooden clothes pins on the


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