My Dad once insisted that I must have Latin blood in me because of how much I enjoy spicy food— in particular, Mexican salsa. For me, the spicier the better. In fact, Wayne often shakes his head and says, “Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, food is not supposed to hurt.” I disagree. I love all the different flavorful variations.

Today is Cinco de Mayo, the day we celebrate with our neighbors to the south on their independence day. We should all thank them for the culinary delights they have shared with us— especially the salsa.