Since the bar, however, I've neglected my friend, the Mango Blackbean Salsa, having become wrapped up in work, and friends, and family, and just life in general. On Sunday, Pete and I were at the grocery store when I saw a mango and suddenly remebered my summer love affair. Depsite the numerous times I made the tasty treat, its absence in my life caused me to forget the ingredients. So I promptly caused my all-too-internet savy 11 year old brother, had him look up the ingredients and we were on our way. Our plan to make it on Sunday, however, was slighty debunked by taking down my Christmas tree and decorations, and the night drawing nigh much more quickly than anticipated.
But last night, after much anticipation and build-up, we made the salsa. The smell of the cilanrto enlivened my senses, almost negating the onions that brought tears to my eyes. (Okay, Pete really chopped the onions, but it was so poetic, I had to go with it.) Adding the seasoning and the lime juice brought the project nearly to completion...all that was left to do was wait for it to chill. Finally, at around midnight, I had my first taste of mango blackbean salsa in approximately 5 months...and it was nothing less than perfect.
If colors could replicate tastes, I say this shot captures the essence of the salsa pretty well. I hope it makes your mouth water almost as much as mine did while writing this entry. For those of you who wish to try this piece of heaven, here is a link to the recipie. Taste it. Try it. Die happy. :)
