My family has it’s share of traditions – some crazy, some fun, and some tasty.
Fresh salsa is one of our most addicting tasty ones.
Every year we gather at my parent’s house Labor Day weekend for an early Christmas.
And since my folks, sisters and I all have gardens, every year we bring whatever happens to be producing at that time.
Tomatoes and peppers dominate.
So the fresh salsa tradition began. Every morning as the breakfast dishes are cleared, someone starts chopping for that day’s batch.
The recipe is simple – chopped tomatoes, chopped green peppers, chopped onions, chopped garlic. A little vinegar, or lime juice or lemon juice, some cilantro, salt and pepper and you’re done.
The proportions depend on the chef and the produce available. Once the ingredients are mixed, we all grab a chip and sample. A little more cilantro. Too many peppers, add a few more tomatoes. Maybe a touch more salt. Several samples later – we declare it perfect!
This tradition – however – is not without it’s controversies.
Personally – I don’t need any extra sugar in my diet or my salsa- but my sister Sandy does. Whenever I made the salsa – she would always try to slip some sugar in it when I wasn’t looking. I finally decided that if having sugar in her salsa was that important – she could make it the way she wanted.
She’s been doing a lot chopping ever since! 😉
Then, we discovered this trip that there were <gasp> certain members in the family who didn’t care for the taste of cilantro in their salsa.
I know it’s shocking – but true.
So Sandy made two bowls – one with for those of us with refined and discerning taste buds who appreciate the robust and wonderful taste of cilantro and one for the poor souls who don’t understand what they are missing.
But the most shocking controversy is that of the missing salsa. One morning a few years back, we had made our daily bowl of salsa, Sandy had slipped her extra sugar in, and we left it on the counter while we “aunts” all headed out to the thrift store with Nana.
When we returned the bowl was empty, save for a stray onion bit floating in a little juice in the bottom!
Horrors! Our daily bowl of salsa was gone! All of our efforts – the chopping, mixing and tasting were for naught.
The “aunts” were not happy.
All fingers pointed to little Lydia, my three-year-old niece who was sitting at the counter on her daddy’s lap with an empty bowl of salsa in front of them.
Lydia ate that entire large bowl of salsa? How could she – she’s only three years old?!
She had to have had help. There was someone sitting in that room with a bad case of salsa breath and a guilty conscience.
We all have our suspicions on who her accomplice was – but the culprit was never punished for his crime.
While we continue to wait for a full confession – we have learned to never leave our salsa unattended. 🙂
Fresh salsa is just one of those traditions that we take seriously. Very seriously. 😉
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This sounds like a fun tradition.
I like fresh salsa, with cilantro.
However, I have never made salsa.