Hey everyone! It's good to be back for just one more post this season featuring the ever-famous Hatch Green Chile. Just as many of my food stories begin, we have to sink back into the past before we can truly appreciate the present. Way back in my days as a youngin', I played a bit of volleyball. By a bit, I mean all year round. When the high school season was over, I played club volleyball and I truly loved every bit of it. Tournaments were quite the unique event. They were all day, sometimes all weekend, affairs requiring me and my entourage (a.k.a. my family) to wake up at the butt-crack-o-dawn and travel about 45 minutes to an hour to reach our destination.
The greatest thing about these tournaments was that they always began with the breakfast of champions--Whataburger. This was our drive-thru of choice because it was less than a minute from my house growing up. We would swing through and I would get a breakfast taquito (a sad excuse for a breakfast burrito) and a side of hashbrowns.