Today, my father-in-law asked me to help him get to Hatch and get Chile. I've been there before with my parents. We make a nice trip of it. You know have a nice talk on the drive up and buy a bag or two, then stop in Las Cruces for lunch.
But no, my father-in-law assumed that we actually went to the fields and picked Chile! So when we arrived he seem shocked that I suggested a few stores we may purchase a few sacks.
Hell bent on hand picking it, he went on a quest to find out where we could go. I was sitting in the truck waiting for him to fail, when the clerk at the "Pick Quick" said we just needed to ask the people at the farms. *NOOooo!*
So we went Chile picking. It's so not my idea of a nice time out. It didn't help that I was wearing shorts, flip-flops and had no hat or gloves. It was so hot and there were biting flies everywhere. At least I got some nice pictures.
Today's Lesson: Never go on outings with my father-in-law. Especially when Will is not there.
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