Once again it's chili pepper roasting time when the characteristic scent fills the air at the Farmers Market. As I sat and watched these peppers sweat it and this farmer smile and hug those (women) passing by, I suggested he make a fortune by charging for his hugs. He paused for a moment and countered with the oh so old truth that the best things in life are free! So while his peppers are not free, they are supposedly darn hot and delicious. One woman seated next to me, devoured several with seeds to enhance her burrito. I must admit in 25 years of living in Santa Fe I have not gotten to the point of loving burritos or hot chile peppers, but hey, there is still time to catch up with the rest of them chile connoisseurs.