Blue corn piñon pancakes. Photo by Liddie Martinez
Española Valley
I’ve been thinking quite a bit about my first experiences in Los Alamos. My first memory on the Hill is a Saturday morning in the early 1970s, I was about 5 years old. My mother worked as a housekeeper for Mr. & Mrs. Atkins and would sometimes bring my sister and me with her on a Saturday when she made a special trip to do Mrs. Atkins’ hair.
While she was busy with the hair do, my sister and I hung out in the kitchen with Mr. Atkins. He was a master at making dollar-sized pancakes, the only item on the menu when we came to
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