I probably serve salsa twice a week, particularly in warmer weather. I make mango salsa for chicken and roasted salmon, avocado salsa for all kinds of grilled fish, strawberry salsa for beets and mozzarella, and bell pepper-celery salsa for just about everything. Those are all what I think of as pick-up dishes: I pick up whatever’s in the refrigerator or ripening on the counter; cut it into small dice; add onion, tomatoes, seasonings, herbs if I’ve got them, a little oil and a lot of citrus juice or vinegar. I never measure. I always taste as I go. And I never make the same thing exactly the same way twice.
I also have never made salsa’s fresh and less-juicy cousin, pico de gallo, which is Spanish for “rooster’s beak.” Or if I did, I didn’t know I was doing it. In fact, I hadn’t thought about the fresh relish since forever, and then I had it three days in a row and wanted to have it every day thereafter.
My pico de gallo moment came at Lake Austin Spa Resort, where I’d gone to teach French cooking. Although all the spa’s food from chef Stephane Beauchamp was thoughtful, beautiful and luscious, I loved the mix-and-match lunch. On Day 1, I had: shrimp, freekeh, kale, bok choy (because it came from the spa’s garden) and pico de gallo. The shrimp and pico de gallo were what I craved when I got home.
At home, I put my latest salsa over freekeh, of course, and also over quinoa and brown rice. All good. But my favorite combo was grilled corn tortilla, shredded cabbage or lettuce, avocado mash, shrimp sauteed with Old Bay Seasoning and lime, with the pineapple salsa.