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!”
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One stinky woodland animal who had apparently had chorizo for lunch and couldn’t find the forest pharmacy for some Pepto
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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.
~K