The recipe for a smelly, heaving first community dinner in Colorado?
Take one crock of green chile, a dozen peanut butter cookies, a large green salad, a couple bottles of wine and fridge of beer, and a handful of friends who say nice things like, “Hey! It smells great in here!”
One stinky woodland animal who had apparently had chorizo for lunch and couldn’t find the forest pharmacy for some Pepto
a house full of giant, energized, curious dogs who in a moment of horrible judgment decided to teach that sick fox/raccoon/unicorn a lesson by rolling around in the mess 2 minutes after guests arrived.
Stinky, poopy dogs run back into the kitchen. Guests begin gagging. Night takes a very — let’s say interesting — turn.
Dear Woodland Animals,
I realize I’ve introduced a new killer to your territory. This is not the way keep me from adopting yet another version, only bigger. Also? Get out of my garden! And consider seeing a gastroenterologist. Geez.