My very modest father used to say "killer" when he loved something and he was hard to please. Whenever he tasted my homemade salsa, he would say just that—"killer." For years, I only shared it with family and friends, until I finally followed his advice: make more to share with everyone. While he thought it should be titled "Amanda's Killer Salsa," I decided to name it after Frank, our beloved pug. I hope you find it "killer" good, too.