Crushed Biscuit

Northern New Mexico Xmas 22

Terry poked her fork into a pillowy puff of a thing and stabbed it onto my plate. “This is a sopapilla,” she said. ‘Fry bread is essential to every culture.”

“Okay, professor,” I said. I pinched the little roll open and all its hot yeasty air escaped. It was glorious. I was glad we went to La Padron after all. I had so much to …