Thursday, February 23, 2012

the day i offered my firstborn for chicken salsa

So now that I'm nearing the halfway mark of this pregnancy (holy guacamole!) cravings are starting to hit in full force. And naturally, the main things I'm craving can only be found in Chicago.

I'm looking at you, Marcello's pizza/free flatbread crackers with herb butter, Treasure Island chicken salsa, and Joy Yee's spicy Korean vegetable dumplings.

I actually contacted Treasure Island pre-pregnancy to see if they could ship me a tub. Oh, I guess I should explain. Chicken salsa is the most disgusting-looking dip you'll lay eyes on. It looks like cat puke. But it tastes like heaven. Jon and I have been brainstorming for weeks how they make it. We're pretty sure it's a combo between shredded, slow-cooked chicken in Mexican seasoning, cream cheese, and salsa. It's addictive. For a while there it looked like Treasure Island would ship me some, but then my contact went cold and I haven't been able to re-establish a relationship since.

With regard to the other cravings, I know Lou Malnati's and a few other Chicago pizzerias have a setup where you can order a frozen pizza by mail and cook it at home, but Marcello's (our absolute favorite Chicago pizzeria/Italian restaurant) does not. Enter brilliant business venture that someone could make trillions off of. Companies set up hubs in major cities and take special requests from foodies and pregnant people everywhere and overnight you whatever your little heart desires (on dry ice, if necessary). The sky's the limit. Chicken salsa? Done. Marcello's pizza? Yours. Korean vegetable dumplings? Not sure how that will taste, but okay.

I was discussing my craving dilemma with Nikki and she offered up this website. Despite knowing the inevitable answer I'd get in the pit of my soul, I sent them a message.


I got a prompt saying I'd hear back within a day. Well, not even 20 minutes later I got a response from Debbie:


To be honest, I don't care if I profit off of this brilliant business plan. I'm a no risks kind of gal. In my entrepreneurship class our whole assignment was to come up with a business and write a venture plan. I literally emailed my professor and said, "I don't know what to do because I would never ever offer up my own credit/life savings to open a business and I don't have any desire to be a business owner." 

The moral of the story is you could buy my share of this venture idea/creative genius with a tub of chicken salsa. I just want my food. Before I'm seriously tempted to actually offer my firstborn.

1 comment:

  1. Did you ever get your Chicken Salsa shipped? I moved to Texas 6 months ago and can't find anything like it here :(

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