There’s a green sludge-like salsa a taqueria up the hill makes. It’s delicious. To my surprise while in the grocery store owned by said restaurant, I found that same green goo in an unmarked container in the refrigerated section. And like Pavlov’s pups hearing a bell, my mouth watered.
After taking it home and swishing it around my mouth ‘til tears formed in my eyes, I’m fairly certain it’s mushed-up avocado and cooked tomatillos strained for a base, along with cilantro, lime, garlic, and a type of very spicy pepper.
But webpage after Hispanic webpage of green salsas only yielded ONE that matched the consistency and Kermit the Frog green I was looking for. So even though it looks promising, and may come close to recreating the delicious delicacy, I need a backup plan.
Starting Friday, I’ll head up Highway 410 for a refill container, set it on the counter, and cool as an upside-down hanging purple and pink-striped Cheshire cat, ask, “Does this have tomatillo in it?”
If I receive a quizzical response, I will have a lie readied in my back pocket; I have a frustratingly deadly allergy to the nightshade family. Such a common and unfortunate food group to be unable to eat.
If then I’m given a yes or a no I will be one ingredient closer to the recipe. Afterwards, I will thank them, pay—I still don’t have a clue the cost, and repeat the con the following week.
And to clarify my post from yesterday: I am not quitting my work as a counselor. What I am quitting is caring to the point I am depleted. And it’s funny because in mentioning my dirty little secret of not caring to a client, they related to their endless expectations of being a caregiver, and desiring a break themselves. So hopefully, we can all take a look at the roles that aren’t serving us, the roles that push us until we have nothing left to give and say “Nay! No more!”
It’s my favorite time of the week, Jon Stewart back on the Daily Show. That I watched him for years, enjoyed watching his real-life speech standing up for 9/11 victim benefits to Congress, and just being a constant and similarly valued person, I am so excited to have him back. That it’s once a week makes it all the more special.
Alright, Dave’s waiting for me. I’ll see you tomorrow. Sending lots of love your way. Jaclynn
Going On 40 