My husband (who has never experienced the full brunt of a tornado like moi) is a little more blase about severe weather. But he did give me some valuable advice this weekend when he said, "You're going to lose the whole weekend in front of the tv waiting for a tornado. Just turn it off and go do something, we'll hear the sirens." I blinked self righteously four or five times until I realized, "Blast, he's right."
So we turned on a little Dean Martin, opened the windows to the sound of rain and made salsa. Sure the sky was dark purple and the wind whipped branches across the yard; but somehow the dulcet tones of Dean made it all seem much less ominous.
I'd like to say there's a brilliant beyond brilliant recipe behind our salsa, but the truth is we're a little like mad scientists in the kitchen. A dash of this, a pinch of that, the old trusty colander to strain out the gallon of excess water (that was a tense moment). Matt was the leader in this cooking expedition, but I took a mighty hit for the team when I rubbed jalapeno in my eye and nose.
We consoled ourselves that this was a diet savvy venture. After all... how could it not be with all our fresh ingredients? But the little nagging voice in my head said, "That giant bag of chips you ate with it.... that's why."