Santa Fe is known for many things: adobe, French-Riviera-like lighting, a violent history of  colonialism and, most importantly, an increasing movement toward local food. What better indication that we're getting food close to its source than the carcass of a newly skinned animal (your guess as to what the hell that is) hanging out on the back of a truck, midday on St. Francis Drive. This thing surely isn't going to IHOP,  but maybe the Department of Health should check it out...

Thanks to Lacie Mackey for the image and for having the wherewithal to not end up with this thing on her windshield.

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