Every Tuesday we serve Baja-style tacos from an authentic Airstream in our back yard, and if there’s one thing that detracts from the post-taco reverie whilst reclining in authentic Spanish peasant chairs it’s the onset of digestive distress. My husband insists on only the finest unpasteurized, hand-rendered raw milk products for the queso blanco, typically having spent the week before aging the rennet in our restored 1920’s clawfoot bathtub. Unfortunately, more delicate constitutions can find the virtual water slide of bacteria a bit much to handle at first. Klaus ruined a mid-century Hans Wegner chaise less than a minute after enjoying his first vegan shark queso diablo, an unfortunate event that almost caused me to drop my gold iPhone while capturing the plating for Instagram. Since then we only use seating that can easily be hosed down. We purchased and placed a dozen Palo Santo candles throughout the Airstream to effectively neutralize any unpleasantness, and find that they do an exceptional job of simulating the actual smell of real “holy wood”.
While my initial thought was that the shipping time would be too long since I am a bit inpatient; it was actually hand-delivered by an artisanal mail carrier with a glorious beard in a wood-sided vintage mail truck. So win-win. Get the candle. You won’t be disappointed.