So which of you kept the secret of pico de gallo from me all my life? I thought I HATED it until this past year when Chili's (yes, as in the restaurant) opened my eyes to a whole new world of flavor. Think pico on Chicken Enchilada soup, quesadillas, tacos, etc. I'm eternally indebted. As my thank-you gift to the world, I'm passing along my own tribute recipe to Mr. De Gallo. Enjoy (and if you don't, pretend that I'm not the one who made up this recipe...thanks)!
4 Fresh Tomatoes (seeded)--thank you Nana and Papa for gardening
1/2 White or yellow onion-- shoot, use a purple one if you're feeling sassy
1 Fresh jalapeno (seeded if you aren't into setting your mouth on fire) or a few teaspoons from a jar if that's your most valiant effort
Fresh Cilantro (to taste- or omit if you're like me and think that it tastes like metal-- although I've made up with cilantro in recent days as well. I included it in tonight's little pico party...)
3 Tablespoons of Lime Juice
1 Teaspoon of Kosher Salt
Fresh ground black pepper
Throw all of the above in a food processor and pulse 8ish times, drain off excess liquid and enjoy! That's it...really.
*The food processor makes it look a little rugged and, well, haphazard. If you want it to look a little more neat and tidy, chop up all veggies on your own and mix up in a bowl. I assume that you would end up with significantly less liquid this way too. I'll try that next. Tonight was all about convenience. *
Side note: Please forgive all photos. I'm now officially accepting donations for a new camera and Adobe Photoshop. (no, no...not really... because we all know that I'm absolutely going to win one from The Pioneer Woman soon.) ;) Speaking of Ree, doesn't this pico recipe make you want to try this?! Let's all try it soon and reconvene to discuss. Ready, set...go!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
I just went in to give Parker one last night kiss (but since I grabbed the camera and ran downstairs to blog it, I'll most definitely be sneaking in one more time before I finally retire), and this is what I found. She's all zonked out. Not a care in the world. BOTH of her silky "night-night's," her Tinkerbell blanket, her Tinkerbell Minnie Mouse, her HIDEOUS kitty-cat pillow, Snuggle-pup and my old "Herself the Elf" sleeping bag are within reach, and all is right.
She's 2.5 years old now. Time flies. I couldn't be more in love with my little Ragamuffin Princess. Tonight she started doing forward rolls on her own. She's *finally* talking! She loves butterfly kisses and singing "This Little Piggy" with her daddy. I could go on, but my prose is *seriously* lacking tonight, so I'll spare us all.
God, please don't let the days pass too quickly. My heart can't take it. Thank You for every moment and memory with Parker.