I Like to Say 'Salsa'!

Sunday afternoon I visited Tony and Rachel's apartment in Jenkintown for the first time.  I've always preferred apartments with character, and their place has it - nice wide windowsills, decent-sized rooms, unique layout.  The apartment reminded me a bit of the one I used to have on Spring Garden St. in A'town. (I should blog someday about all the apartments I've had).

When I walked in, yummy aromas wafted from the kitchen.  Rachel had prepared Spicy Mexican Torte with homemade guacamole, and salsa on the side.  The dish was made in a pie pan, and consisted of layers of tortilla shells interwoven with chorizo, peppers, and cheese.  It's one of Tony's favorites, and he'd wanted me to try it.  I enjoyed it, and would tinker with this recipe to lighten up on the peppers and increase the chorizo if I made it myself.


As the cats wandered in and out, begging for a taste, we talked and ate.  Once in a while, I said to myself, "I like to say 'salsa'."  I like to eat it, too.  I dipped my forkfuls in a combo of sour cream and salsa while I ate.

Then I explored the rooms, and Rachel's artwork on the walls (http://www.rachelsimmonsphotography.com/) She's a photographer who creates "lightboxes" and "shadowboxes", as well as more conventional photographs.  I urged her to promote herself more so that her work can be seen, as it is really interesting.  She also works with found materials to create one-of-a-kind projects, like the clock she made. 

Tony got caught up on my blog while I looked at the art (and stole glances at him, my wonderful son - I don't see enough of him!)  Then, with an ominous-looking sky overhead, I left and got caught in a fierce thunderstorm on the way home -- pulled into Lowe's parking lot outside Quakertown, as I couldn't see to drive, and pondered life as the rain poured down.  It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon despite the weather.