A Gift Worth Sharing
I learned to make salsa from my big brother. We stood side by side in the kitchen, and I watched, asked questions, and eventually took the spoon myself. Those sessions became something I still carry with me: a bond, a memory, and a tradition I did not want to lose.
I thank God for my brother and the gift of My Salsa. My brother is gone now, but the recipe lives on. Food made with intention has a way of drawing people together, and every jar of My Salsa carries that forward.
I have been making salsa for over a decade for family, friends, my church, and community groups. The response was always the same: "You should sell this." Now I am. And I am bringing Phoenix, and eventually the whole country, in on something I have been sharing my whole life.
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