For those of you back in Pokey who predicted that I would marry a football coach, well, you were right! It took me a while, but I finally found my father's dream son in law- a high school football coach. However it's not a very glamorous life- sure you get in free to games and have special parking, but to be honest, your life is not your own when your husband coaches football at any level. So what little time we have together is precious which is why I woke up last Saturday determined to make the Dave breakfast. The week before I had come home from the gym with McDonald's in tow- which he loved- but still where was my effort in this? (yes, talking to cashiers at McDonald's is considered a skill, but really) Yet, I did borrow from Mickey Ds as I decided to make breakfast burritos. I had everything I needed-- except the salsa that Dave loves. What to do, what to do??
That's when I got creative and made my own salsa. I don't like that thick Pace stuff that has more of the taste of a jar than of fresh salsa- so while I admit this is not FRESH salsa (little semi-home made coming out - if only I had the boobs of Sandra Lee) as didn't have all fresh ingredients, I improvised to come up with a pretty darn good EASY salsa.
Belinda's Super Salsa
1 can of Rotel, drained
1/2 cup chopped onion
1/2 cup green peppers
1 teaspoon cumin
2 tbsps lime juice
I use the manual food processor from Pampered Chef to process this, but I think you could use a food processor to very quickly process this together- couple of pulses at the max. I used regular Rotel, but you could definitely use mild to make your salsa quite not so hot.
Place all in processor and pulse a couple of times. Refrigerate and allow for flavors to meld together at least one hour. I was very pleased with this- Dave prefers a thicker salsa, but this was just what I wanted to have.... so it's Dave tested and Dave OK'ed", but Belinda says AWESOME!!!
And it is Charlie Kinder approved too.... he told me to take it away from him so he would stop eating it.
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