Strawberry-Mango Salsa is Exactly What You Need in Your Life. Right Now.

Some people are bakers, others are cooks. Besides an incredible pumpkin cheesecake I can’t bake to save my life and really, I’m okay with that. It means it’s harder for me to overindulge myself with delicious food that goes straight to my ass. My punks may not love this but sometimes you just have to stand your ground and tell them, “too bad, so sad.” I think they’re pretty darn lucky to have a mom who can not only cook, but does it well and enjoys it. Let’s face it…they could be eating Ramen Noodles four times a week. Sosorryaboutyourbrowniesthatdon’texist.

Now that summer is finally rearing its beautiful head around these parts, I like to put the hubs in charge of the grill for most of our dinners. (Which usually consists of chicken or fish. The older I get the more I find I don’t process red meat very well and end up feeling sluggish and miserable after eating it.) I’ve found this method works well as it gives him something to do rather than ask me when dinner will be ready because, well, duh, he’s in charge of the main dish aaaaannd it gives me a little less to do which in turn means I can actually enjoy a glass of wine. Or two.

My current favorite dish is grilled chicken with a strawberry-mango salsa. It is the easiest, most delicious salsa my stomach has ever met (besides my homemade salsa which I got from the Pioneer Woman because she’s just the best.) I like to marinate my chicken for a couple of hours, usually in a little olive oil, salt, pepper, garlic, minced onion, cilantro and cumin, chipotle or cayenne pepper. I typically marinate the punks’ chicken separately so I can leave the added kick out of theirs. Soy sauce, ginger, honey and garlic is what they prefer.


Now for the best part: the salsa. I don’t measure any of this out. I live dangerously and just chop and throw it in a bowl. Here’s what you need:

  • Strawberries
  • Mangos
  • Jalapenos
  • Tomatoes
  • Red onion
  • Cilantro

That’s it. (Of course, I leave out the jalapenos for the punks because they say “HELL NO TO JALAPENOS!”) This is delicious and pretty and what’s better than delicious, pretty food?

Wings. Wings are better than anything in the world, but that’s neither here nor there.


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