cook it. they call it around here a matanza. it's pretty much an old school version of a barbecue. in the sense that it involves burying a giant pig and the imbibing of much alcohol. about 20 minutes from the nearest paved road is a place called dead horse ranch. the people who helped us make the show, their families, friends, and no shortage of new mexican carriagers have gathered to partake in the festivities. there is beer here, plenty of it. local and delicious. and abundant. did i say that? there are very tasty, and lethal, as it turns out, margaritas. and i believe that i soon made the classic error of moving from margaritas to actual shots of straight tequila. it does make it easier to meet new people. >> let me ask you. why is it that any time of the