So - Salsa!!!
Did you think dancing? Ha Ha Ha. Part of our wedding agreement 35 years ago involved a no dance policy. Well, maybe one slow dance.... (yes, I like that) But there is no choreography involved.
Salsa in the Faries house means sauce for Tex-Mex. Oh yeah! And my sweetie Ray is awesome. He spent an afternoon with daughter-in-law, Maria, and they created some kick-ass Salsa!
Ray said as they cooked it, the aroma was compelling. He tasted and it smoldered.
16 jars later....we have 8 pieces of precious concoction.
Anyone care to join us for fajitas? or chips and salsa on the patio?
C'mon! Hey, even with one arm working, I can dip!
