Picante

When I was in Middle School and High School, my mother had a summer ritual.   She would can gallon upon gallon of fresh picante sauce.  She would do this in either pint or quart mason jars with the theory that we would have fresh picante to last us the inter until veggies started coming out of the garden again.

This seems like a really nice idea….in theory.

Introduce the players…  My brother and I.

My brother would come in for a weekend, and then he and I would go to the store.  This store visit included some of the necessities of store trips mind you, but the main thing on the list was Milk and Tostito’s Corn Tortilla Chips.    We would bust a gallon of that in the ass in a weekend without even trying and if we were particularly gluttonous, one and a half-two.

Needless to say the picante didn’t even make it to Christmas most years.   The thing that still befuddles me is this:  Mom never killed us for going through that much picante.   It’s a miracle I am here to tell ya.

 

So thanks mom for not killing us, and omg the picante was good.

~ by bofhjr716 on November 4, 2009.