Yesterday, I got a surprise visit from the Fed Ex guy. The doorbell rings and I run up the stairs to see a waving delivery guy. He had one of those grins; a grin like he knew what package contents he’d left on my doorstep.
Concerned, I kicked the the package and nothing seemed alarming. I picked up the package, carried it inside, and carefully cut open the box. Once opened, I realized I had received another package of top secret John Daly Salsa. Yet, this batch seemed ominous. A cryptic scrawl across the lid top read HOT. The scrawl looked as though HOT had been written by a person gasping for air or on his way to nacho heaven.
Nonetheless, the jar remains sealed until tonight. You never know what someone might mean when they write HOT. Could this be a volcanic, tongue flapping-in-the-wind hot?
Once the beer chills, I’ll do a taste test and report back to you tomorrow. Wish me luck.
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Randy, my mouth’s watering wondering what those salsas are going to taste like. Good luck!
Brian,
Thanks for stopping by.
Everyone is telling us the salsa is delicious. When John was asked about his opinion, his response was “Don’t you have a bigger bowl?”
On a less serious note, watching my family eat the whole jar of John Daly Salsa tells me everything I need to know.