Over a decade now, since we first met
And you are still the salsa by which all other salsas are judged.
No other can compare. Sure, other salsas are delicious
And I have eaten plenty. In fact, I like most of them
But none as much as you.
I still remember my first jar, opened in my first apartment,
A bag of chips, two cats, and me on the couch.
Dreams of finding the right job or my one true love,
But I got lucky and found you.
I almost ate the whole jar myself in one sitting.
But you are so hard to find, a hidden treasure. For years
You were only at a few stores, then one, now none.
Thank you internet! If I do find you on a shelf by some miracle
I have to buy all but a few, leaving behind a couple jars
In case another devotee comes searching.
Why have you not met the fame you deserve?
Peach and mango don’t come close and yet they dominate.
I try to spread the word, sharing your awesomeness whenever I can
And everyone loves you, just not as much as I do,
Not enough to seek you out.
With this great love you’ve sparked in me
There comes a certain fear. Each jar I open might
Be the last. So many meals have been made better by you
Being there. If I can’t find you again someday
Will I even be able to remember how you tasted?
Posted by Mallory on March 13, 2017