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All Hail the Salsa Queen September 1, 2009

Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.
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Yesterday afternoon, as I dutifully edited medical copy, I heard the familiar-enough thud in the mudroom signifying that the UPS guy had opened the door and dropped a package inside. It was about 3:00 p.m.

“It’s here!” I thought, and dutifully stopped editing to run downstairs like an excited puppy.

And here it was:

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A package from one St. Bridgett from St. Louis filled with promises of peach salsa. For about a second, I thought about waiting for Tim (to whom said package was also addressed) to get home so we could open it together. During that second, I went for the scissors and started ripping into the tape. I pulled out the first well-packed jar and took this shot for documentary purposes. If you look closely, you can see the jar’s lid through the bubble wrap:

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I pulled out the two jars and thought, Yum:

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I then returned to my computer, reported the salsa’s successful arrival to Bridgett, went back to work, and eagerly awaited Tim’s homecoming. We just happened to have some of those tortilla chips shaped like little bowls. It’s unusual for me to have chips in the house because, well, I’d just eat them. But I purchased these for some happy hour sometime back. What proved unnecessary then turned into yesterday’s blessing. The little chips were the perfect vehicle for efficiently moving this salsa into my mouth. Here’s Tim with a fully stuffed chip:

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The salsa is spiced with cumin, which we both love. The heat builds rapidly. Usually, I don’t like my salsa too hot, but this salsa is compelling, and it’s not too hot. However, I did at the end of my binge run for a spoonful of yogurt to neutralize my piehole. That did the trick—but only for a minute or two. As the yogurt effect diminished, I could feel the still-vital pulse of residual heat.

Thank you, St. B from St. L, for this glorious culinary treat.

And have I mentioned lately just how much I love my blog friends?

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1. bridgett - September 1, 2009

Oh that makes me happy, I’m glad it arrived well and was what you expected/desired.

2. indigo bunting - September 1, 2009

When Tim got home tonight, he kissed me and said “You smell like salsa.” He wasn’t wrong.

3. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - September 1, 2009

I’m not fond of things that are terribly spicy, but I fell in love with pepper jelly. It was the fruitiness of it that worked so well against the heat, when I was used to savory. Refreshing and bracing and wonderful. I can just imagine how wonderful peach salsa must be.

4. Mali - September 2, 2009

I can almost taste it. ALMOST … sigh …

5. bettyslocombe - September 2, 2009

Don’t neutralise your piehole: let its opinions be heard.

6. bettyslocombe - September 2, 2009

That’s how we felt when the first drizzle of syrup hit the first piece of toast……..

7. Eulalia (Lali) Benejam Cobb - September 2, 2009

Spiced with cumin–wow!

8. indigobunting - September 2, 2009

Mrs. S: I vow to let my piehole’s opinions be heard! (good advice)

9. helen - September 3, 2009

How does one become a subject of this particular monarchy?

10. indigo bunting - September 4, 2009

Helen: I hate to tell you, but this may have been decided in a Facebook setting… but I can honestly say I’ve enjoyed being subjected.

11. laurie - September 5, 2009

oh, wow, if i’d known i would have sent you chips!

12. Bridgett - September 6, 2009

Helen: would you like to be a denizen? There is more peach-jalapeno and soon there will be hot pepper jelly. Mmm.

13. helen - September 7, 2009

Thanks Bridgett, but I seem to recall a friend of yours mentioning the somewhat stupendous cost of mailing anything to Canada. I appreciate the offer though!


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