I gave much blood picking the pile of produce in the back of the gator as the mosquitoes are out en force. It is to make salsa for my mom. I took her some last week and then proceeded to "help" her eat it. It is pretty much her own fault. She has been on this kick lately of frying up homemade tortilla chips. I'm getting to be something of a salsa and chips snob. I don't even like my home canned salsa anymore. I gobble down as much as I can on a daily basis while the ingredients are in season and then dream about it until I can make it fresh once more. Now all I need to do is get my cilantro to be ready the same time as the tomato, onion, and peppers. Any suggestions?
"I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus." Phil 3:14
Setting stones of remembrance in hot pursuit of the prize!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Room with a View 2
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