One Jar of Salsa Short of a Fiesta

I got a box in the mail today from Tonya ... no description of the contents ... they were obviously well-padded ...


... but not salsa :(

Maybe a month ago, Tonya posted a shocking but fake account of my favorite restaurant in the world burning down. I usually read the OIT blog entries with great interest, but that day I read with disbelief until the punch line at the bottom. She was then gracious enough to reveal she planned to can some salsa (one of the reasons La Tolteca is at the top of my list) and send it.

I had such high hopes this would be "the package"! I knew the cilantro and onion-flavored nectar of the gods (Tolteca salsa) was on its way, and I overlooked the rather even weight of the box in my zeal to open it. With Tonya's return address on it, it could only have been one of two things: chips or salsa.

Knowing Tonya, that means the next one is probably going to be a cylindrically-shaped rock, well wrapped, and in a box just big enough for a couple jars of salsa. It's the box after that which will make all the waiting worth it!

(Thanks for the chips, Tonya; they're sealed until the main event!)