My salsa is ones of Zack’s favorite things to eat. He acts like I’m a genius food magician every time I make it. When ever I mix up a batch, I always make an entire blender full of salsa. Because he eats The Whole Blender full. The WHOLE blender. (OK, partly because I don’t know how to make a half-a-blender, and partly because of Zack’s outlandish salsa consuming abilities. But whatever.)
Secretly, I make the salsa because it’s the only way I can get him to willingly eat vegetables. But that’s not the point.
Today after Zack and I got back from our weekly trip to the grocery store, I pulled out all the ingredients to make the salsa. I also pulled out all the ingredients for about 3 different meals because I was cooking all the food that was going to go bad soon if I didn’t make it into something in a hurry. Zack figured out that I was going to be making salsa, so he hung around the kitchen for longer than usual. When I didn’t start taking immediate strides towards a finished salsa product, Zack started getting anxious. I encouraged him to just go ahead and start the process by chopping up the jalapenos. When he finished with that, I had him drop in the onions. Then the cilantro. Then before we knew it, Zack had made himself his very own blender full of salsa.
As he finished crunching the last bit of salt into the blender, I said, “That’s it. All done.” And he was like, Really? That’s it? And I said, Yeah! You’ve officially made yourself your very first blender-o-salsa! He’s been proud as a peacock ever since, strutting around the house with a bowl of it practically glued to his left hand, dipping chips with the right. He was so happy with his salsaccomplishments that he didn’t even protest when I stole the remote from him and changed the channel from a PBS special on the Hoover Dam to House.