Ok, kiddos. All you children of a lesser God might as well just knuckle under now, concede my culinary greatness, and not even show up a Burningman with anything resembling a tomato.
I want you to know that, my kitchen has now been dubbed "The Area 51 Of Burningman Salsa". There are, as we speak, some very strange, unholy, vegetable-based alliances being forged as we speak. I have my recipe.
FEAR ME! SALSA IS MY BITCH!!!!
(BTW: This thread was started with the specific intent of making some major smack-talkin', duck-walking, salsa-slinging history. The statements above were designed to challenge, inflame, and motivate my fellow salsaires. Of course, with such a gauntlet being thrown, you absolutely MUST defend your honor in kind and quantity. Heheheh!!)