"Your salsa just made me throw up in my mouth"

Initially, I was worried that I wouldn’t meet any new people in KC because usually the first way you meet people in a new city is either through work or school. I’m not in school, and I don’t really have co workers because I work from home and just give presentations in different high school classrooms, but boy was I wrong. I didn’t take into consideration all the great teachers I would meet. I’ve only spoken in three classrooms so far and I already know two great ladies, Dee and Cecelia. Man these two ladies are crazy I tell you what. Dee has been a food teacher for thirty years and she could tell me everything I would ever want to know about Days of Our Lives and butter, she schedules her class periods around it actually, the tv show I mean, not butter. And Cecilia, this woman is a hoot. She has taught everything from food, to fashion, to health. But food is definitely her favorite. We chit chatted over coffee in between classes and shared some good laughs.
But on the flipside... I spoke in a very nasty WT class today, I won't mention the school because I myself am too classy to do that. But these kids were rude and dumb as shit.
"So, uh you gona fry that now?" They asked me at least five times.
"No, I am making salsa, it does not need to be fried."
"So, uh, you jus gona bake it then?"
"No, no, I'm not. It doesn not need to be baked either."
SO just so you get where I am coming from, my demo right now is a Jicama salsa. Jicama is like a mexican vegetable, kinda like a potatoe thing. The salsa contains peppers, garlic, pineapple, lime juice ext ext.
"EWWW you putting fruit with vegtabas? Datss nasty."
"Just try it, it's actually really good."
"Hellls no you cant put fruits in no salsa."
Fine whatever, eat the salsa, don't eat it, I really dont care. But the moment I pulled out a bag of chips to eat with the salsa all their mouths started watering. So I decided to mess with them and say they couldnt have any chips with out trying the salsa. So they all, be grudgingly, agreed to, just they could have a fricken handful of chips. I scooped up the finished product onto mini plates and handed it out to each WT kid in the room.
"If this is salsa, how come it aint red?"
I didn't even offer an answer to such an absolutely ass stupid question. This is about the time when one of the girls in the class took a bite and blurted out,
"Oh my gosh, this tastes like throw up, your salsa just made me throw up in my mouth."
At this point I packed up my knifes and got the hell out of Topeka.