Two of Us

Sometimes, the preconceived notions people havethe day via the Internet. Eventually, we each
in their heads about twins really get me steaming.made our choices.
Just because I shared a dark cramped space withAs luck would have it, Jessica's visit coincided with
some random embryo for nine months does notthe "Whole Enchilada Fiesta," a world-famous (note
automatically mean that I wish to go on living onabove-mentioned injured tongue firmly in cheek),
top of her for the rest of my days. No, Jessicathree-day celebration of southwest traditions,
and Robyn (that's me), don't get along so well.people and great food. Being a chef, Jessica
Yes, we're frighteningly identical in appearance, butthought it might be interesting to witness the
there's very little we agree on other than that it'smaking of what the Guinness Book of World
best for us live on opposite ends of the country.Records considers to be the largest enchilada on
For the most part, we've managed to keep ourplanet earth. I had never attended the event
lives pretty separate - Jessica is a chef inbefore, and I have to admit, I was somewhat
Montpellier, Vermont and I'm a professor at Newintrigued.
Mexico State University in Las Cruces, NewI parked the controversial Pontiac G6 and we
Mexico. Every now and then however, wemade our way through the crowd to watch the
succumb to this bizarre call of our mutual genesaction. What can I say - 250 lb. of masa dough,
and schedule a let's-try-this-one-more-time get100 lb. of corn, 50 gallons of vegetable oil, 12 lb. of
together. To keep things verging on fair, wegrated cheese, 10 lb. of chopped onions, a tow
alternate between the Southwest and thetruck, and 14 sweaty men do make for a
Northeast.spectacle. At one point, Jessica and I exchanged
I pulled up proudly curbside at Las Cruceslooks and fell about in an uncontrollable fit of
International Airport (yes to all you naysayers, ourlaughter that seemed to dissolve years of open
little town does indeed feature one of these), inhostilities.
my brand new Pontiac G6 convertible. And that'sNext it was my turn. Back in the G6 and a short
when the bickering began. Jessica disapproved ofdrive to El Paso with our hair in the wind and
me driving around the Southwest with my hairreconciliation in our souls. Destination? El Paso Zoo
flailing about - she actually referred to it asfor an afternoon with the elephants. Ever since I
promiscuous - and she was put out that if shesaw the "Jungle Book" when I was a tot, I've
had brought her husband and three kids, webeen totally elephant obsessed. I have a collection
would have had a space issue. Naturally Iof elephantalia that approaches the ridiculous.
apologized profusely and promised to purchase aAnyway, we arrived at El Paso Zoo in fabulous
Pontiac Torrent for her next visit. Things werespirit and proceeded to have a whale of an
going swimmingly.afternoon (if you'll excuse the expression), eating
After releasing my self-mutilated tongue frompopcorn and worshipping elephants.
between my clenched teeth, I suggested a newBy the time we returned from El Paso to my little
approach. Why not call a ceasefire and eachhouse in Las Cruces, we were getting on like a
choose an activity of personal interest that mighthouse on fire. We spent the evening drinking
serve to educate each other as to what makesMargarita's (invented in El Paso I might add), and
us tick. This of course led to a bit of a scrap overmaking outrageously raucous toasts to enchiladas
the virtues of my iPhone versus her BlackBerryand elephants.
as we scrambled to research the possibilities for