As a wedding gift, we received a chips and dip bowl from Crate and Barrel that had some AMAZING Crate and Barrel Chipotle Mango Salsa with it. I'm not normally one for mixing fruit with my food (nor vegetables with my desserts), but I have slowly but surely become obsessed with this stuff. Since I've turned over a new leaf as a pseudo-chef, what better way to test my newly developed skills than to make something as yummy as my latest obsession! I googled for recipes and came up with a few, but none seemed to really emulate the CB salsa, so I combined parts of each one to create my own knock-off salsa!
Chipotle Mango Salsa
Mix together the following then refrigerate for at least one hour before serving.
1 mango diced
2 tomatoes diced
3 cloves garlic minced or crushed
1/2 red onion finely diced
Juice of one lime
1 avocado diced
2 chipotle chilies minced (from a can of chipotle chilies in adobo sauce)
2 Tbsp. adobo sauce (from a can of chipotle chilies in adobo sauce)
1/2 bunch of cilantro roughly chopped
I'll admit I was feeling pretty ambitious what with creating my own recipe and all, but it's not like I have a successful track record of following recipes, so I figured what the hell, I can't make anything that's any worse than I would following a recipe. PLUS this featured no ingredients that could theoretically lead to food poisoning!
Overall, the attempt at cooking was successful. The only issue was the mango. How the hell do you tell if a mango is fresh at the grocery store? I bought the reddest squishiest mangoes at the store and still was able to dice up about a 1/4 of a mango's worth of edible fruit. Granted this was more successful than my last encounter with mango where I served completely unripened mango in my fruit salad (coupled with the fact I didn't realize mango skin isn't edible like apple skin). Yuck! I still gag just thinking about it.
For dinner the plan was to add some of the salsa to the top of a piece of grilled chicken. Little did I know that using the Weber grill would be so damn challenging! I googled how to use a chimney since my dear husband wasn't home to assist. It seemed simple enough ... I made the newspaper donut as suggested and lit the tower. The smoke that ensued was like what you'd create with dry ice for a second grade Halloween party. I smoked out the neighborhood. Eventually the charcoal began to glow and I prepared to dump it into the pit. I assumed that I could dump the chimney straight onto the grill that you put the meat on and that it would fall through. I assumed wrong. I then had to pick up the grill to dump the hot charcoals into the base, burning my wrist in the process. Disgusted I threw the chicken onto the grill and closed the lid. Twenty minutes later the coals were no longer hot and the chicken was still wrong. Weber grill - 1, Kate and the chicken - 0. For Round 2, I altered my approach, determined to win this battle. Rather than screw with putting the chimney on the grill, I removed the grill altogether and just plopped the chimney on the base of the Weber. That's where the coals are ultimately going to end up, so let's just eliminate the middle man all together! Then I dumped the remainder of the charcoal in the manageable and light bag that we had into the chimney. Unfortunately all that remained was charcoal-flavored dust which ended up in my eyes, mouth and all over my clothes upon dumping it onto the chimney. Weber grill - 2, Kate and the chicken - 0. Out of sheer necessity, I then lugged the 20 lb. bag of charcoal up from the basement, ripped it open and dumped it into the chimney. So far so good. Twenty minutes later I am still waiting for the flames to shoot out the top as the Google link suggested they would before the coals are ready to dump. Thus far, this has been an hour long endeavor. I now understand why beer is a necessity for barbecuing. I could have easily have thrown the damn chicken on the sidewalk in this 90 degree heat and it would be cooked and ready to eat. But alas that is neither here nor there. While waiting for the flames to shoot out I considered adding the following to the chimney - matches and rubbing alcohol. According to my calculations, both should add flames to the chimney, allowing me to begin actually cooking my food sometime this century. Given the fact that no one is home to put out the gigantic inferno that would no doubt ensue from these additions, I decide to keep waiting (and begin drinking). After a cumulative total of two hours spent trying to get the coals hot enough to actually cook my chicken, I gave up and brought the sad dry chicken breasts into the house and threw them on the skillet to cook. It wasn't raw, but it wasn't anything I'd want to chance, especially given a recent bout of food poisoning I had. Weber grill - 3, Kate and chicken - 0. In sum, grilling was an epic failure.
After a quick romp in the skillet, I added some chipotle mango salsa and queso fresca to the chicken. Yum! Two thumbs up!