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Mango Salsa

1 (16oz) bag of frozen Mango, thawed(I use VIP brand unsweetend chunks) or you could use fresh if available
1 cup of roasted red peppers drained(I use Valasic, they come in a 16oz jar in the pickle section)
1 medium red onion chopped
1 bunch of cilantro(fresh)
salt, pepper, splenda and lime juice to taste
Jalepeno if you like it spicy (I use the little jars of chopped ones and I use about half the jar for each batch)

Put everything into a food processor and pulse until desired texture and blended. Or you can chop everything by hand into a small dice.

Note: If you chop it all by hand, it has a prettier appearance, but it’s a lot quicker by food processor! It’s up to you how you prefer to do it. I add the seasonings and lime juice and splenda, bits at a time and just keep tasting it until it tastes the way I want it to. Lemon juice can also be used if that’s all you have. If you can’t find the frozen mangos, then fresh can certainly be used! This is good on top of just about everything! Wonderful on blacked Mahi Mahi, grilled chicken, well grilled anything for that matter!! It also does wonders for meatloaf!!!

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