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Peachy Salsa



May is my favourite month of the year for fresh produce. That's when all my favourite fruits - cherries, lychees, peaches, apricots and green almonds - come into season at the same time. Which means that every time I make a trip out to the fruit store, I come back with way too much. I love eating these fruits as is, often times instead of meals. But today we are going to do something different and make a salsa out of peaches. It's pretty much like a tomato salsa except it's sweeter, which makes it a great combination for salted nacho chips. Plus, it's a breeze to put together, something I really appreciate in dinner ideas in summer.

Ingredients
1 large peach
1 small tomato
1 small onion
handful of cilantro leaves
1 lime
salt
smoked chipotle powder (or a fresh jalepeno)

Halve the peach and remove the pit. Peel each halve - if your peach is ripe enough, you can just pull the peel from one corner and it will come right out. You can also leave it unpeeled if it feels like too much trouble. Chop into small cubes. Also cut the tomato into similar sized cubes. Peel and chop the onion finely. Wash and finely chop the cilantro leaves as well. If you are using a fresh jalepeno, now would also be a good time to deseed and finely chop it.

Pop everything into a bowl. Add salt, chipotle powder and juice of a lime. Taste and adjust the seasoning and then, if you have any self control at all, put the whole thing in the fridge for a couple of hours for the flavours to mingle. Serve with nacho chips.

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