2 Out of 3 Ain't Bad

Last night my wife had over a colleague from her work. He came over for dinner partly because we invited him but also because a guy staying with us for this month, Wian-David, is training to be a professional cyclist and Liz's colleague knows the biz.

When people come over for dinner my wife can't go half way. She must have top notch cooking and dessert every time. It really doesn't bother me, as I benefit from this wonderful spread of gourmet cuisine. All that to say, last night she made fajitas with home made salsa. It is difficult enough to narrow down a good Tex-Mex style of flavor in these here European parts (partly because there isn't any), but Liz seems to nail it EVERYTIME. 

This got me thinking...

Being a Texan I've tasted good salsa so many times and remember the greats. When I have traveled out of the great state of Texas, chips and salsa is more of an afterthought. They don't take the care that Texans do for some reason.

Because of this care and concern for good salsa, Liz has claimed her status as a Texan. Even though she was born in another state, and lived most of her life in Alaska, she has earned her right to Texan citizenship. 

There are 3 ways you can become a Texas citizen:

1. Be born in Texas (although I do think that this should be able to be revoked if upon further analysis you are found to suffer from "Esau-syndrome")

2. Marry a Texan (there should be further clarification of this, but for the sake of time, I won't go into detail here)

3. Make good salsa (it should be noted that good salsa is not, nor can it be, relative)

And there you go, that would be my list of criteria that would grant you status as a Texas citizen. As you can see my wife has accomplished 2 out of 3 but if we have learned anything from Meatloaf 2 out of 3 ain't bad.