(I was not actually there for this story, which should tell you HOW HORRIFIED I was, and therefore I had to write this down immediately.)
Matt got home from work at the end of the day, and he still had one and a half of the two tupperwares full of salsa, which was weird. I was surprised there was so much left.
Matt explained, "I don't think they knew what to do with it. One person called it a 'salad.' Some people put a spoonful or two on their plates, but…"
WHAT. HOW DO PEOPLE HERE NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH SALSA. Homemade salsa! Salsa made with love and beans and corn and cilantro and jalapeños! Salsa that doesn't come from a Pace jar!
Salad. Pshhhh. It's not leafy! It doesn't have mayonnaise or mustard in it! It's not like any salad — green, potato, waldorf or macaroni — I've ever had.
So, to drown my frustration and horror, I ate half a tupperware of salsa, scooped up onto delicious salty chips. AND THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE.