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Columnist writes about his Santa Fe, N.M., vacation and learning to make tamales Date published: 11/4/2009 By Kurt Rabin I WISH I was one of those people whose idea of a great vacation is relaxing on the beach. But then, I might never have been introduced to new foods, new friends--even a new family. My restlessness began with a trip to the islands years ago. For some reason, I thought all I would need was a sketch pad and some Coppertone. (We're talking pre-sunscreen days here!) I should have known I was in trouble given this Caribbean paradise's ubiquitous T-shirt motto: "High Winds." But nothing prepared me for the island's constant, gale-force gusts. The swirling sands left me looking like a powdered doughnut. And, like Dylan, "my back pages" ended up "blowin' in the wind." I decided I wasn't going to lie back and take it anymore. I'd seek out hands-on experiences, and lots of them. That's led to such getaways as a tennis workshop, a cooking camp, a writers' retreat--even a Spanish immersion program. So when my wife suggested recently that we vacation in Santa Fe, N.M., for its adobe architecture and Georgia O'Keeffe landscapes, I felt myself getting jittery. TOWARD A BETTER TAMALE Not a huge fan of sightseeing, I came up with other ways to stay busy. That's how I wound up recently at the Santa Fe School of Cooking, with 14 other foodies. During the three-hour class, we would get our hands dirty learning how to wrap 'n' roll tamales. Tamales are an ancient dish. Their portability made them perfect for hungry armies on the go. Our guide, 40-year-old chef Rocky Durham, was well-suited to the task, hailing as he did from the Land of Enchantment. The sandy-haired Durham bore a striking resemblance to manic TV chef Gordon Ramsay, with one major difference: He kept the profanity in check. Even our fumbling attempts at tamale-tying weren't enough to unravel him.
Date published: 11/4/2009
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