“Miracle Salsa?!” “Git a rope.”
Remember those old TV commercials that illustrated some cowboys on the range settlin’ down for the night? Getting’ their grub, one of those cowboys grabs some salsa to put into the chili. The other dude looks up and grabs the salsa whilst wigglin’ his handle-bar mustache. He squints his eyes, focusing on the label. His eyes shoot open. “This salsa was made in New York City.” The others can’t believe it. “New York City?!” That poor misguided city slicker who brought that New York City made salsa is mighty affeared and sweatin’ Read more »




