Pineapple Salsa

For most of my friends Summer officially begins today, Memorial Day. So Happy Summer! For me, a Floridian, almost every day is summer. I have not one complaint about that...ever. On Saturday, we were invited to a lovely backyard barbecue filled with friends and neighbors. My contribution was to be an appetizer. I wanted to make something pretty, something tasty, something different. I decided on a fresh pineapple salsa. it's delish. Here's the recipe.
Ingredients

Vegan, Gluten free, Paleo

Produce

1/2 cup Cilantro
3 Limes
1/2 cup Onion
1 Pineapple, Whole
1 cup Pineapple
5 Roma tomatoes

1 Yellow
1 Red Pepper
1 Orange Pepper
1 Salt and pepper
Hot sauce to taste or 1 Jalapeno Pepper

Cut 1/3 from outside of pineapple, leaving top attached. cross score pineapple fruit and remove from shell with spoon. I used the dicing blade on my food processor for everything, but the fresh Cilantro and tomatoes. Those I did by hand. If you are OCD and prefer hand dicing, well then, you'll adore this recipe. Combine all and let it sit a while for the flavors to marry. Serve with Tortilla chips or use as a topping on fish or chicken.

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