Azure Bloodlust - The Third Interim: How Ed Became a Lumberjack
His stance, a preternatural union between a maladroit salsa dancer and a constipated matador's posture, was the result. it sucked but improvement often sucked, just a little less.
Pink Noise
Old-fashioned egg noodles and ten different kinds of fruit salsa. fall décor galore. he'd also restocked the cider cooler with gallons and half-gallons.
Chapter 2
Of hispanic decent, she was proud of it, having a body as fit for salsa as it was for jading, her icy blue eyes startling to anyone who had never looked in them before.
Runt Part 9
He was now making guacamole to go with the salsa and sour cream that was already resting in a table buffet cooler. moose and i carried all of it down to the pool area.
Death Is for the Living
With a big bouquet of red roses in an ornate vase as its centerpiece, the spread consisted of tortillas, meat, beans, and an assortment of other toppings and salsas for fresne's tostadas. next to the roses sat the cake.
Spirit Bound: Chapter Forty-One
They just needed more spice, even the salsa was mild." nathanial smirked, "this is nova scotia, geoff. some people find _ketchup_ too spicy.
Commission - The Mercenary
Though the blast knocked a hole in the wall, that she was across the room spared her from the unfortunate fate of being crushed or ground into salsa.
Out of Position bonus story: False Dawn
I'm still eating the chips and salsa even after my tacos have vanished. you don't get this kind of food in hilltown. brian watches over the rim of his second margarita. i've limited myself to one, though they're good, too.
How to Hang a Wolagon
Damien made them a light breakfast -- a short stack of pancakes each, plus a small omelet with sweet bell peppers and mild salsa to share between them. a couple of capuccinos later, geddon looked over at damien.
Anarchist Cookout
Eventually fink was able to dig up two jars of peanut butter, three loaves of day old bread, a bottle of chipotle ketchup, tortillas, a can of re-fried beans, some cookies, instant coffee for adrian, a can of raw almonds for kc, a jar of salsa, another package
Three For the Road
“i know about speed," the racer promised with a wink, biting into a cheese and salsa-strewn tortilla chip. “they _said_ this was spicy." “is it?" the wallaby coughed and blew out a breath. “yup." kyler laughed. “should've gotten the poutine." “mm."
Time Together
Brianna tried a few times to tell her girlfriend that she didn't need this, but every time she opened her lips she got a little more lettuce and shredded chicken, the mix of spices and mild burn of salsa on her lips.