Are you allowed to test pico de gallo recipes after Labor Day? Is there some rule like that wearing white thing? In any case, I guess I’m ok, since today is Labor Day. I decided to try out the Pioneer Woman’s pico de gallo recipe, since my magical garden-taming neighbor shared some of his garden tomatoes with me.
There is very little in the world I like more than a garden tomato. I mean, garden tomatoes run a close second to expensive chocolate. I’m serious. I love them. But I’ve been getting a few a week from my neighbor this summer (pro tip: make friends with your gardening neighbors, especially if you have a brown thumb yourself) and I wanted to try something other than eating them plain (or with just a little bit of sugar sprinkled on them– sounds revolting but it’s heaven, I promise).
I did try to grow tomatoes one year, incidentally. This was before I had this blog, or they would have made it to the Fail Annals (heh, annals) for sure. I planted four tomato plants and got three tomatoes. Total. Those three tomatoes were damn delicious, but not worth the effort, I’m sorry to say.
I did a quick search for pico de gallo on Pinterest (after I did a quick search for salsa and realized I am too lazy to make salsa), and when Pioneer Woman’s recipe showed up, you know I had to try it. I am a blogger and, therefore, not immune to fangirling a little over the Pioneer Woman. She is blogging gold, people.
Plus, the recipe was super duper easy and you know how I love easy. All you need are tomatoes, onion, jalapeno, and cilantro. And lime juice, but we’ll get to that.
I probably didn’t need that whole onion, but it made me cry when I chopped it up and so I perversely decided its punishment was for me to eat it all. Take that, fucking onion.
I forgot to take pictures of the rest of the chopping process, but all I did was chop up tomatoes and onions and jalapenos and cilantro. It’s not that exciting, really.
Then mix it all up:
And, if you’re me, you forget the lime juice until the very last step and you use bottled instead of fresh because, well, you’re not the Pioneer Woman after all, and people pay to see you fuck things up, so there.
But this one was not a fuck-up, guys. It was pretty damn delicious. I ate almost the whole bowl myself. I also ate almost a whole bag of tortilla chips myself, but they were really just the vehicle for the pico de gallo.
Try it. You’ll like it. Pioneer Woman wins again.