I am not an expert on salsa. Heck, I live in Vermont, where "south of the border" just sort of refers to those flatlanders in Massachusetts. I never even tried salsa, or anything Mexican, I don't think, until I was in my 20s. Things are different now up here in Siberia the Green Mountain State. We actually have a couple of local salsa-making companies, even, and we're all artisanal and multi-cultural and shit. But when I was growing up here we were so isolated from the rest of the world there was no such thing.
I like salsa all right, but I don't love it, except on certain days. I probably wouldn't know truly good salsa if it hit me in the face.
And I don't consume very much of it. It's probably the food I buy that I feel the most guilty about, because it is also the food I probably waste the most of. I buy a jar when I get a hankering for it, which is not very often. I eat a few tablespoons -- or at best, half the container -- and then it gets pushed to the back of the fridge. I remove it several months later when I'm cleaning out the refrigerator and toss out the rest of the moldy mess that is left in the jar.
Of course it follows that I've also never made homemade salsa before (except for my own idea of a salsa fresca on occasion). But today I did.
I used this recipe, and my own garden tomatoes and peppers. Meh, it's all right. Mine came out milder than I'd like it to be. I wish I'd been a little braver with the hot peppers.
I put it up in little half-pint jars, which are more my size.