Bob: Do you like chips and salsa? I’m thinking about getting some for dinner.
Frank: I remember when I was kid, my mom, my dad and I would go into the kitchen and make salsa together. I’d wear the dolphin apron, and my parents would wear matching Mr and Mrs cook aprons. She would gather up the peppers, onions. My dad would bring the tomatoes, and cilantro and put it all in a food processor. And near the end, I’d ask to lick the bowl. Those were good times.
Bob: Lick the salsa bowl?
Frank: And she’d say I’m a little off, and I laughed because I never understood her humor. We did that every first Sunday of the month; Salsa Sunday, we called it.
Bob: That’s really sweet.
Frank: Then my parents got divorced, and my dad moved away. And we stopped making salsa for a while. I really missed making salsa.
Bob: This got awkward. So is that a no on the salsa?
Frank: Then a year later, Doctor Steve would come over. And for the first time in long time, Salsa would be made at our house Of course, they would go into their bedroom to make the salsa, and I was never invited.
Bob: Oh, this got weird.
Frank: But they never brought their aprons, Bob. I guess that’s why Doctor Steve kept bringing napkins into their bedroom. To clean up all the salsa mess on their clothes.
Bob: I’ll just order the pizza.
Frank: Do you want to make salsa with me Bob?
Bob: Not at all. No interest what-so-ever.