Dori's grandmother was a french Canadian that set sail to California in the 1960's. She was a young widow with two children and tired of the harsh winters. On route - she stopped in Arizona to visit some friends. Soon she began noticing people wearing shorts. It was winter. For a Canadian, this was utopia. She never made it to California, deciding quickly this new desert land was home. When I met her - she was in her nighties. Dori called her grammie. We spoke a little french with one another. It's a rare treat to find someone to practice french in the Southwest. Grammie had a great sense of humor - especially dirty jokes about men. She would sing the song 'Autumn Leaves' every time I saw her and loved a glass of wine while playing cards. Grammie settled in Apache Junction, a scenic small town just outside of Phoenix. She developed a deep passion for the Southwest, became a hiking guide for the Superstition Mountains, joined a rock club, avidly fished and camped. She drove a truck with a camper on top - always ready for the next adventure. I was surprised how well she spoke english after first learning in her late 20's. She died in Arizona, as in love with the desert as any true native could ever be.
Dori and I were invited to a christmas party last week in Arizona. An excuse for a road trip? Absolutely. Her cousin has an annual women's christmas party - mostly married business women with kids. This cousin is a true 'alpha female' and has christmas parties on steroids. She would introduce us to the women at the party and say -this is my cousin Dori and her partner Sandy. Dori whispered to me- do you think they think we are business partners?
Any excuse for a road trip. For Dori and I, it's become an art form - proper gear, attire, and electronics. Nomads entering a vein into Arizona with oil and coffee - addictions to some, but to us... salvation.
Dori's cousin had 5 christmas trees in her home. Dori says it's because she never had a proper Christmas growing up.
This is not gourmet food in any way whatsoever...but it is HEAVEN! When in AZ- I really look forward to Eriberto's. Breakfast burrito please.
We had to burn off some of those serious calories at Piestewa Peak .