Salsa!

See this innocent thing? She is SOOO not innocent! If I had a penny for everything that she did that was just not okay from the time that she was 12 months old, I would probably have saved up $1000 by now. And I'm not just talking about benign things, I'm talking about Desitin smeared all over the couch and footprints on the carpet leading to the culprit kinda things.



Take my salsa that I decided to make today. Now, I swore that I wasn't going to put my children through salsa. Both my sister and I remember vividly walking from the bus home from school, and you would get about a block away from our home and you would KNOW that mom was making salsa. It was the SMELL. We would burst through the door with an agonizing "NOOOOOO! Please not salsa!"

You see, this particular salsa recipe, which I might add is really good, but it takes about 5 hours to boil down. So, by the time it is done, the entire house/neighborhood smells like salsa. Therefore, we would go to school for the following week smelling like salsa. Kids would comment, windows would get rolled down, it would stick in our hair...it was social blackball, I tell you. We HATED it! So, I swore I was never going to do it, but guess what I did today?


I made salsa. But, in my defence, I waited until the kids had a 5 day vacation from school, and Jeremy had already left. So, while we now may SMELL like salsa, at least we can stay away from anyone that knows us, and the kids won't have to endure what I had to endure.

Oh- forgot about the kid story. Anyway, so it was all boiled down, and I was just about getting ready to put it in jars. I went back to my room for a minute (a minute is all it takes) and when I got back to the kitchen, she was sitting on the counter, playing in the flour. I took her down, and let her know that she could have burnt herself and she needed to stay out of the kitchen for the next few minutes while I transferred the salsa to the jars.

I started stirring the salsa and I noticed white lumps in it. It took me about 5 seconds of staring at it to realize that she HAD DUMPED FLOUR IN MY SALSA!!!! After a severe butt blistering and being sent to her room, I then spent the next 25 minutes spooning out the lumps of flour. There was no way that I was letting all that time (and tomatoes) go to waste. I probably pulled out about a cup or so of conglomerated flour. I was so ticked!!! But, hopefully I got it all, and if you have any of my salsa, hopefully there won't be any lumps of flour in it!!


As a side note, my neighbor whom I received a very nice squash named Harry from, consequently did take my biggest zucchini that was sitting on my bench as a trade for the acorn squash. Sorry for the false accusation! I guess all is even...for now.