Favorite Food Friday:Famous Salsa

Once upon a time, a long time ago, Jason's friend Brett got into a dirt bike accident and broke himself. So, while he was recovering we would go to his mom's house every Sunday and watch football with him. Brett's mom, Pat, always put out a yummy spread, but I totally fell in love with her salsa. I would crave it during the week and couldn't wait until Sunday to scarf it down. On Sunday, I asked her for her recipe. I was sure it would be super hard to make and contain a trillion ingredients because it is to. die. for. But, it's not. It only has five ingredients. Yes, five. Easy Peasy. And did I mention that two of them come in a can? This salsa is so delish no one every guesses that it's not a hundred percent fresh ingredients. Out of all the things I make this salsa gets more requests than everything else. And not only does it taste great with tortilla chips, it makes an awesome dressing for a taco salad!

what you put in it:

1 - 14 ounce can diced tomatoes, drained

1 can Rotel Mexican fiesta tomatoes, drained

1 bunch green onions (cut into fourths)

1 bunch cilantro (minus the stems)

garlic salt to taste

how you make it:

Put both cans of tomatoes, green onions and cilantro into a food processor. Pulse until everything is chopped small and mixed together. Add desired amount of garlic salt and pulse a few more times to mix it in. Enjoy!

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Polar Bear

Dillon started back at swim lessons this week. Yes, it is winter. Yes, the pool is outside. But, yes, the pool is heated. And, while most of the country is covered with snow it's been in the seventies here. So, no, I don't feel bad.

But, he is the only kid in his class, so apparently I am just a physco mom who thinks her kid is a polar bear... I, however see it as an opportunity - private lessons for half the cost. Oh, and the pool isn't totally empty. There are people swimming laps and after his lesson they have water aerobics and that class has at least ten people in it.

Totaled

So, I just got the dreaded call from our insurance company letting me know that our car is considered totaled. I honestly feel like crying. That car has so many memories attached to it. It was my first new car. Picked out especially by me. I chose the colors I wanted and got all the options that I wanted. It was blue and beautiful. It was the car that would bring a newborn Dillon home from the hospital. I remember riding in the backseat with him and trying to convince Jason that his choice of music (Korn) wasn't fit for his little ears.

Even though my perfect car was no longer driven as my primary car, I still loved driving it. It was just four thousand miles short of hitting one hundred thousand miles. Jason kept joking that he was going to pull over at the milestone and jump just like they used to in the old Toyota commercials.

The guy at the body shop called earlier today to ask a few questions and the first thing he asked me was if everyone in the car was okay. When I told him yes, he was surprised. I am so thankful that we are all okay and that God was watching over us. It could have been way worse. We were lucky and after all - the car can be replaced and we can't.