Tidings, Bonilla-Blog-Watchers! My apologies that this is the first time you've heard from me in, oh, say, a while... We have had our little noses to the grind stone as we've worked tirelessly to launch dearest Lui's salsa business.
So, without delay... (brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, said like a drum roll rather than an expression of cold temperature), we invite you to check us out this weekend!
We will be setting up shop at the 'My Petite Boutique' in Sandy on Saturday, June 27, from 10am - 5 pm, 2105 E. Alta Canyon Drive. We will be making and selling a few Mexican fares but the HIGHLIGHT will be the assortment of gourment salsas and organic corn chips you'll have the benefit of purchasing to take home and hoarde. Yes, Luis's salsas are that good...
For more details about the boutique, please visit ourpetiteboutique.com or give me a call at (801) 580-8119.
Presently, we are running our salsa business out of our home until we can get into a little kitchen or cafe. Luis has a remarkable talent for making salsa that'll knock your socks right off and take your tastebuds with them. No joke. This isn't your run-of-the-mill Pace Picante. Among the variety he makes are Habanero Red Onion, Smoked Chipotle, Fire-Roasted Red, Green Tomatillo, Lime Lui, and many more. We sell our salsa packaged in 8 oz. containers and are very selective about the produce we use. Our limes are freshly squeezed, our garlic finely chopped, our onions perfectly diced, and our chiles hand-selected.
Don't miss out on this wonderful opportunity to discover Salt Lake's best kept salsa secret in all his salsa-making kung-fu-peppering skills... my husband!!
If you can't make it to the boutique, please feel free to pay us a visit to our home in Midvale. Salsa Day is every Thursday, where we prepare the freshest, most authentic salsa in the valley. We'll gladly take your order over the phone and have it ready for pick up or you're invited to simply stop in for a free sample of our wares. We're also happy to impart to you our salsa-sock-knocking skills as we teach you a variety of ways to use and cook with your new salsa. Yessirree, chips aren't the only food lucky enough to deliver Lui's salsa to your palate! We are here to open the eyes and mouths of every salsa-lover to a whole new world... indeed, it is our very mission in life. To thrill and delight you with creative and delicious combinations, some straight out of Mexico, some straight out of Lui's brain (to be taken figuratively rather than literally)!
Call with any questions and please check often for updates to our newborn web site, luiskitchen.com, currently under construction.
Thanks for popping in, dear blog-readers, and we hope to see you on Saturday!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
The News
Well, we've gone and done it... that is, launched a salsa business where Luis can really shine. We had our first production and delivery round today. The jury's still out as to whether or not this line of work (especially coming out of our own kitchen) is going to be profitable. But, in the meantime, anyone interested in becoming an official taste tester? More to come!!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Stale blog, anyone?
Seriously, no one likes a stale slice of blog. Sorry, folks. I suppose with all the ironing, dieting, and bike riding that's been going on around here I misplaced my once-fresh little blog. But all is well. I opened the blog box this morning and found this crusty little piece of journaling. Alright, so let's see... what's been happening since the last time I posted?
* Luis is doing mighty fine as he heals up from last month's unfortunate meeting with the road. He is walking without limping and sleeping without whimpering, both of which are good signs of progress when one is healing from gravel-in-the-shin.
* I've tested and proven the depths of my love for my sweet esposo by pulling the sand-encrusted poop-shoots out of a pound of shrimp for dinner tonight:
* Turns out that last week's (not-so) mild bout of grumpiness was in fact a side effect of extreme dieting, which is what is happening here on Lincoln Street. Until Lui's birthday in July (at which time I imagine we will resume below-mentioned piggy eating) we will abstain from eating like little piggies and try to focus more on complete health. This physical feat has included plenty of raw veggies and fruits, lean meats, lots'o'water, no sugar, low carbs, vitamins, getting to bed before 10:30pm, and healthy doses of exercise. Luis is down 14 pounds and yours truly is down 13. Strangely, despite never having been nuts over peanut butter, I am having recurring bouts of peanut butter cravings and dreamt last night of plates and plates of frosted sugar cookies. I also ate a tamale in my dream the other night, and when I woke up and feared I'd have to explain myself, I heard myself say in my half-sleep, "It was a lean tamale!" Note to self: there is no such thing as a lean tamale. Only the kind that is left uneaten is lean. But oh, not so near as delicious.
* I've been having a blast on this little number, a graduation present from the handsome Senor Luis:
* I've successfully put off (all of) the ironing since the last time I wrote. Understandably, our habit of wearing linen pants and neatly pressed shirts has seen a sharp decline since May.
* We've made some progess on our business plan(s) and their near-future execution. Stay tuned for some exciting news... Coming soon!!
* Luis is doing mighty fine as he heals up from last month's unfortunate meeting with the road. He is walking without limping and sleeping without whimpering, both of which are good signs of progress when one is healing from gravel-in-the-shin.
* I've tested and proven the depths of my love for my sweet esposo by pulling the sand-encrusted poop-shoots out of a pound of shrimp for dinner tonight:
* Turns out that last week's (not-so) mild bout of grumpiness was in fact a side effect of extreme dieting, which is what is happening here on Lincoln Street. Until Lui's birthday in July (at which time I imagine we will resume below-mentioned piggy eating) we will abstain from eating like little piggies and try to focus more on complete health. This physical feat has included plenty of raw veggies and fruits, lean meats, lots'o'water, no sugar, low carbs, vitamins, getting to bed before 10:30pm, and healthy doses of exercise. Luis is down 14 pounds and yours truly is down 13. Strangely, despite never having been nuts over peanut butter, I am having recurring bouts of peanut butter cravings and dreamt last night of plates and plates of frosted sugar cookies. I also ate a tamale in my dream the other night, and when I woke up and feared I'd have to explain myself, I heard myself say in my half-sleep, "It was a lean tamale!" Note to self: there is no such thing as a lean tamale. Only the kind that is left uneaten is lean. But oh, not so near as delicious.
* I've been having a blast on this little number, a graduation present from the handsome Senor Luis:
* I've successfully put off (all of) the ironing since the last time I wrote. Understandably, our habit of wearing linen pants and neatly pressed shirts has seen a sharp decline since May.
* We've made some progess on our business plan(s) and their near-future execution. Stay tuned for some exciting news... Coming soon!!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
The proper care and bandaging of husbands...
Last Friday, Luis rode his bike home from the gym. And this is what happened:
And this is what's happened every day since then:
In spite of the so-very-many reasons I worry about my ability to be a good mother, this incident has reaffirmed the (small) voice inside that tells me I have it in me to learn how to 'mother'. I was reminded of the part of me that loves to take care of people.
When Luis arrived home he was in a lot of pain. My (maternal? worried? wifey?) instincts kicked in and within seconds I had him propped up in the bathtub with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide poised and ready (sorry, Lui). I got his leg cleaned up and bandaged, prepared a comfy spot in the living room where he could beckon for the essentials with an elevated leg, and made lunch with a side of ibuprofen before the swelling even had a chance to go down.
While sterilizing, bandaging, cooing, and soothing, the thought was running through my head that this could have been so much worse. Granted, it was/is certainly painful and will take awhile to heal, but it could have been his head that split open. His leg could have been broken. There could have been a car passing in the instant that Luis swerved into the road to miss the guy with the weed-wacker (conveniently turning with his whirling yard tool just as Luis passed by). It could have been a million things that it was not. And I loved my husband that much more for being alive, for being here and not in the back of an ambulance, for sitting on the edge of the bathtub while I poured bubbling hellfire into his leg and telling me that he loved me while I was doing it.
If I have learned one thing recently, it is that people need care. Children, husbands, parents, friends... even us, the ones who write about the others, we need to know that we're loved and cared for. We need to feel that someone will be there to clean us up when we fall. This is the proper bandaging of people, really. I certainly have need of it, and I think most people do. And in addition to that need, we have the need to bandage up each other. I think it makes us feel grateful when we do.
I wub you, Wui. I'm so grateful that you're safe. I'm so happy to clean you up when you crash on your bike. I'm thankful for the blessings we have... we may feel they are numbered and few, but I'm grateful that they are ours.
Folks, do something good for the human race tonight... take care of someone you love.
And this is what's happened every day since then:
In spite of the so-very-many reasons I worry about my ability to be a good mother, this incident has reaffirmed the (small) voice inside that tells me I have it in me to learn how to 'mother'. I was reminded of the part of me that loves to take care of people.
When Luis arrived home he was in a lot of pain. My (maternal? worried? wifey?) instincts kicked in and within seconds I had him propped up in the bathtub with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide poised and ready (sorry, Lui). I got his leg cleaned up and bandaged, prepared a comfy spot in the living room where he could beckon for the essentials with an elevated leg, and made lunch with a side of ibuprofen before the swelling even had a chance to go down.
While sterilizing, bandaging, cooing, and soothing, the thought was running through my head that this could have been so much worse. Granted, it was/is certainly painful and will take awhile to heal, but it could have been his head that split open. His leg could have been broken. There could have been a car passing in the instant that Luis swerved into the road to miss the guy with the weed-wacker (conveniently turning with his whirling yard tool just as Luis passed by). It could have been a million things that it was not. And I loved my husband that much more for being alive, for being here and not in the back of an ambulance, for sitting on the edge of the bathtub while I poured bubbling hellfire into his leg and telling me that he loved me while I was doing it.
If I have learned one thing recently, it is that people need care. Children, husbands, parents, friends... even us, the ones who write about the others, we need to know that we're loved and cared for. We need to feel that someone will be there to clean us up when we fall. This is the proper bandaging of people, really. I certainly have need of it, and I think most people do. And in addition to that need, we have the need to bandage up each other. I think it makes us feel grateful when we do.
I wub you, Wui. I'm so grateful that you're safe. I'm so happy to clean you up when you crash on your bike. I'm thankful for the blessings we have... we may feel they are numbered and few, but I'm grateful that they are ours.
Folks, do something good for the human race tonight... take care of someone you love.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
While he was sleeping...
Thank you for leaving comments!! People read my blog! Real people read my blog! And it's extra super-duper because now I can read yours too! I am as Kip, singing these timeless words of praise: "Yes, I love technology... but not as much as you, you see... Always and forever, always and forever". This blogging stuff is fun!
I eluded to a few things in my initial post. One, that Luis is a sleep talker. Two, that we have created some cool things in our months of marriage. Three, that there is a story behind our meeting, dating, and courtship. Four, that I need to catch up on a couple of years of blogging and a subsequent bevy of photos. I've had a hard time deciding in the last couple of days where to start. I mean, do I start from the beginning and work my way to the present, or do I start with today and work myself backwards while trying to keep up with the present? Or do I simply skip a designated order and just say what's on my mind? (Any advice from the experienced bloggers in the crowd?) I decided to at least touch on one of the teasers I wrote about last time, so here it is... my first installment of "While He Was Sleeping".
In the early morning hours a few months ago, Luis semi-awoke to sleep-walk himself to the loo. I assumed he was fully awake as it takes some degree of small motor skills to use the toilet, but when he returned to bed I realized that he was not only exempt from this small motor skill division but was apparently capable of doing his business without the need of full consciousness. I, on the other hand, have to be completely awake. But I digress.
As he climbed back into bed, these were the words that came out of his mouth: "I, Huicho (pronounced Wee-Cho, a common nickname in Spanish for the name Luis), having received many, many blessings of the Lord, I do now go back to bed." After which explanation, he promptly pulled up the covers and was dead to the world within seconds.
We laughed about this for days. Obviously. Then there was the night he re-enacted the great Mexico City earthquake of 1985 in his sleep. He dreamt about the rolling pavement and crumbling buildings he had seen in his youth, vocalizing these images as well as their coinciding emotions for all the neighborhood to hear, without waking himself up for even a moment. Remarkable. Or the time I kept poking him to roll over (here it comes... he snores), and rather than rolling over, it went something like this:
Ali: Lui... Lui...
Lui: Mmmphhhhrrhhh.
Ali: Lui, honey, can you roll?
Lui: Aaaaaah, yeah. I can rock and roll.
Now, granted, he can dance and he can sing. But he did neither of these things. Nor did he roll over. He just made the statement and went right on snoring. I've finally adapated to wearing ear plugs at night, but I don't want to miss all the good stuff so I usually end up taking them out. He often sings little songs and speaks foreign languages while he's dreaming. Only occassionally will I wake him up, mainly if it sounds like his dreams are taking him to not-so-pretty places, like the earthquake. Or the Veggie Tales dream where he was Bob the Tomato, joyfully skipping along with Larry the Cucumber. Not that this wasn't a pretty place to catch some zzzz's, it had more to do with the wild flailing movement of his limbs. Surprising, since the Veggie Tales don't have any.
Yes, we have had some good laughs in the morning when I recount the night's events to my darling dear.
I eluded to a few things in my initial post. One, that Luis is a sleep talker. Two, that we have created some cool things in our months of marriage. Three, that there is a story behind our meeting, dating, and courtship. Four, that I need to catch up on a couple of years of blogging and a subsequent bevy of photos. I've had a hard time deciding in the last couple of days where to start. I mean, do I start from the beginning and work my way to the present, or do I start with today and work myself backwards while trying to keep up with the present? Or do I simply skip a designated order and just say what's on my mind? (Any advice from the experienced bloggers in the crowd?) I decided to at least touch on one of the teasers I wrote about last time, so here it is... my first installment of "While He Was Sleeping".
In the early morning hours a few months ago, Luis semi-awoke to sleep-walk himself to the loo. I assumed he was fully awake as it takes some degree of small motor skills to use the toilet, but when he returned to bed I realized that he was not only exempt from this small motor skill division but was apparently capable of doing his business without the need of full consciousness. I, on the other hand, have to be completely awake. But I digress.
As he climbed back into bed, these were the words that came out of his mouth: "I, Huicho (pronounced Wee-Cho, a common nickname in Spanish for the name Luis), having received many, many blessings of the Lord, I do now go back to bed." After which explanation, he promptly pulled up the covers and was dead to the world within seconds.
We laughed about this for days. Obviously. Then there was the night he re-enacted the great Mexico City earthquake of 1985 in his sleep. He dreamt about the rolling pavement and crumbling buildings he had seen in his youth, vocalizing these images as well as their coinciding emotions for all the neighborhood to hear, without waking himself up for even a moment. Remarkable. Or the time I kept poking him to roll over (here it comes... he snores), and rather than rolling over, it went something like this:
Ali: Lui... Lui...
Lui: Mmmphhhhrrhhh.
Ali: Lui, honey, can you roll?
Lui: Aaaaaah, yeah. I can rock and roll.
Now, granted, he can dance and he can sing. But he did neither of these things. Nor did he roll over. He just made the statement and went right on snoring. I've finally adapated to wearing ear plugs at night, but I don't want to miss all the good stuff so I usually end up taking them out. He often sings little songs and speaks foreign languages while he's dreaming. Only occassionally will I wake him up, mainly if it sounds like his dreams are taking him to not-so-pretty places, like the earthquake. Or the Veggie Tales dream where he was Bob the Tomato, joyfully skipping along with Larry the Cucumber. Not that this wasn't a pretty place to catch some zzzz's, it had more to do with the wild flailing movement of his limbs. Surprising, since the Veggie Tales don't have any.
Yes, we have had some good laughs in the morning when I recount the night's events to my darling dear.
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