By Judi Gallagher
A procession of cultures–and flavors–in Santa Fe.
Full disclosure: I am the complete opposite of what you might call a cowgirl. The closest I come is that I buy cheese from Cowgirl Creamery, somewhere in California- with green pastures and boutique stalls that sell the high butterfat goat cheese of the gods, wrapped in neat little expensive packages. My idea of a good pepper is the sweet version, sautéed with onions atop a grilled Italian sausage on wonderful Italian bread.