One discovery I’ve made in New Mexico is the Jerusalem Artichoke. My neighbor Norm asked me during our first summer in Taos if I’d like to have some of his vegetable plants for my garden. At that time of year, middle summer, the plants were towering with yellow flowers at the top. I didn’t know what part of the plant to cook. Norm pulled out of his pocket a gnarly root. “Here, cook this and tell me what you think,” he said, handing me dirt-covered root.