Salsa. I had a sudden craving for organic chunky Salsa. I used to have it quite a bit. It was another one of my lazy go tos ages ago. I had found one that tasted fresh, not like a tomato paste based sauce, more like Gazpacho with large bits of identifiable vegetables.
I had a Nacho phase but could not replicate a healthy version at home. I came across this jar and can no longer recall the brand name, but it made a great pasta sauce, especially if I added herbs and Parmigiano reggiano, the real stuff not the Kraft kind. Alternatively, fresh scallops and a little garlic. I had it so much, I salsad out until the recent craving.
There is no Salsa, I tell spouse.
People stopped dancing?
Not this Salsa. I do a little Salsa shuffle. The store didn't have any Salsa. None. It's like all those post-apocalyptic series, games and movies where people look for cans and jars in abandoned grocery stores to survive zombies , environmental disasters, alien invasions and weirdos.
They also ran out of eggs. During.The.Week! But guess what they had? Easter Eggs.
Easter Eggs?
Yup. Colored Eggs. Uncooked I assume. In JANUARY! IN JANUARY??? What's the thought process there? They can't be from last Easter or next Easter. Eggs don't keep that long. Some CEO said let's introduce Christmas Eggs?
"They're probably cooked so they can last longer."
My point exactly, I exclaimed. Nothing in this reality makes sense. As soon as I get over long Covsshh, I'm putting up an All Season tree with lights and seasonal or trendy ornaments.
Doesn't seem weird anymore.
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