For the most part I like salsa. Not the type that is fire alarm hot and spicy. This past summer I even used some of the tomatoes from my garden to make my own salsa. When I think of salsa, I think of eating it with tortilla chips. Some people put salsa on their baked potatoes. You can even use it for a marinade if that so strikes you as appetizing. However, Eric has come up with another use for it. Mind you, I'm not recommending it, just making you aware someone has come up with another use. Eric is like me, salsa on the very mild side is a good way to enjoy it. However, I think his mild might be even less spicy than mine. Once again we had game night at our house last night. My cousin Ann and her husband, Gary, were good enough to bring tortillas and salsa. She canned it herself - one quart mild, one quart hot. She asked me which I thought she should open. Of course, the mild. So after supper we started our fun and games. Shortly after that we started in on the snacks. I had made puppy chow (warning: can be very addictive). I also had chocolate chocolate chip cookies and peanut M&M's. Eric went for the tortilla chips and salsa. It started off pretty quiet and then escalated from there. Apparently Ann's version of mild is no where near what Eric's is. We had tears and a lot of accusations from Eric saying he was lied to, it was really the HOT salsa sauce according to him. Shortly after that Eric tried using it for eye wash - this is where I'm introducing you to another use for salsa. The only person I'm aware of that has ever tried it is Eric and because of his reaction I don't recommend it. Not sure how he got the salsa in his eye, just all of a sudden we had complaints of a burning eye. Eric, if it burns the inside of your mouth, chances are good it will also burn when you put it in your eye. Just saying. The players in the salsa fiasco are pictured below.
Despite all of Eric's set backs during the evening, he and Michele ended up the big winners of the night. After last month's big loss for Eric, he really seemed to need a win. We played two games of Outburst, which ended in a tie. To break the tie we played the always popular Apples to Apples. Michele was on fire the first game (not in the salsa sense), and then Eric pulled in out in the next round.
And today we celebrated my godson's birthday. It was really last Wednesday, but hopefully he still enjoyed celebrating it again today. Here he is with his brother making sure there is absolutely nothing else left in the bag.
Here's hoping the deep freeze we're in again moves out of the area SOON! Next on the agenda? Planning Easter dinner and the annual Easter egg hunt. Have a good one!
Jill
Just like Paul Harvey always said, "Here is the rest of the story....".
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, I'm not an idiot. Just getting that out there right away. I actually asked Ann point blank whether her salsa was hot, medium, or mild. I made a point in asking if it was extremely mild or just mild. She said that it was really mild. Who knew that Ann was such a sadistic lier??
I sat down with a generous portion of salsa and chips, anticipating a nice calm game of Apples to Apples. Someone provided those nice chips that let you scoup up copious amounts of dip like a bowl so I figure that I was good-to-go. As a backgound I like salsa. I loaded up my first chip right to the brim. I mean, that sucker was bursting at the seams. I knew that I would need to be very carefull navigating it to my mouth or else I might spill some and look foolish.
Anyway, I popped it in and waited for the savory goodness to tickle across my tongue. Hmm...why am I sweating? That's when it hit. Holy Sh*t!! Mother of B*b!! I swear my eyes bounced off my glasses and snapped back into my sockets. I couldn't breath it was all I could do not to expel the molten lava that my $#@!^ cousin calls salsa across the table. Letting out a little moan of pain, the sort of sound you hear when a deers chest cavity if cut open by a hunter, I quickly swallowed the burning acid. MISTAKE!!! Now, what was formally my throat, instantly closed off to prevent any more of the hellishly hot liquid from melting any more tissue. I must add that I can only assume that the salsa shortciruited out my brain stem and, in an attempt to shut off any unnecessary body functions it shut down my ability to move, yell, or breath. This can be the only logical reason that the other people present at the table didn't notice how close to death I've come.
The eye thing? That happened when I was wiping away the one tear that had squeaked out after my near death experience. I must find a way to show my appreciating to all my relatives for their genuine concern for my health when they found out what had happened. Hmm....Jill, can I bring the brownies next game night??