Neighborhood potluck last night. I whipped up one of Gary's specialties, a corn salsa. He alters the recipe a bit, so I called to confirm before I ran to the grocery store.
How can serrano pepper sound like habanero?
They don't, of course. But I had habanero in my head. (This isn't my recipe - it's his.) So I added not one, but two habaneros to the salsa.
Maddie was not very happy with me when she took a bite. I thought it was OK; my friend liked it. I figured it was a little taste surprise for those who ate it. It is such a pretty salsa - yellow, purple from the onion, red from pepper, green from cilantro. And it smells soooo good.
Potluck was lots of fun - hanging out, eating in the little cul-de-sac behind us (it's an alley that has morphed into a street - I imagine there were carriage houses there at one time). Good food, good company.
But last night? Gary had to help me take my contacts out - !
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