When I was a kid, there was quite a buzz in the lunchroom about my mother’s salsa. Sometimes, she’d pack me a little tupperware in my lunchbox with a plastic bag of tortilla chips (there were never enough). The girls at my table would moan and groan and beg me for the salsa. They would offer me cookies, snackcakes, cheese, and all sorts of goodies, but I would rarely comply. My mama’s salsa is fresh tasting – full of onion, lots of garlic, and enough cilantro to satisfy even me.

The first time I tried to replicate it away from home, I was surprised how easy it was. I was convinced her salsa had many, many magical ingredients and I would never be able to reproduce it. Well, it’s not exactly the same, but it’s close. And when I make it, it tastes like home…enough like home to last me until I actually get there.

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