Margaritas

One of the things that I like to do is make up my own take on different foods, drinks, snacks, etc. Recently I have developed my own sort of a Margarita recipe. It's not all that special, but I have found that it makes for a much smoother sort of beverage, and I have a sordid past when it comes to Tequila, going back over a decade, so I am always happy to find ingredients or techniques that even out the rough spots with that particular libation.

OK: standard starters, I use Stirrings mixer, 2 parts mix to 1 part Tequila. Then the magic:

I throw in about 1/2 oz. of Limoncello per ounce of tequila, but it's a rough measurement, and ok to err on the heavy handed side. I then add just a dash of real lemon juice (I keep some around in a bottle because I always buy more than I need when I get lemons, and just squeeze it and store it). I throw it in a Boston shaker over ice- only because, as a hopeless romantic, I simply love the aesthetic of that style shaker. So it gets used.

The overall effect is that I have a margarita with a very nicely rounded-off flavor, the limoncello giving a little extra sweetness, and the lemon juice keeping the sweetness in check.

Try it. I think you'll like it.

2018 Update: Since marrying the most wonderful woman, I have changed the recipe slightly. We keep around a jar of jalapeno-infused tequila (my wife's doing), which I substitute for half the tequila, and I have switched out the Stirrings for a combination of freshly squeezed limes and simple syrup, although I take no issue with using a margarita mix for convenience and quickness. We drink them out of coupes, which I find charming- again, thanks to my wife's eye for barware and affinity for classic aesthetics. 

So, I have threatened to do this for some time now. I love to eat, I love music, I have very set opinions on art (ignoring a lack of terribly thorough education on the subject- I go solely on my gut's inclinations), and I like to hear myself think, on paper at least. And my annual Christmas letter is generally well received, so I have confidence that at least some of you, at least some of the time, want to hear at least some of my thoughts, or at least observe the manner in which I present them, content and point of view be damned.

I shall give Celia Jacobs the greatest credit for the push re: my thoughts on Ravel's Piano Concerto in G, posted on Facebook. I dare say that this was the single-most-responded-to post that I have ever had, so, again, I hope that there is some interest in what is going on within the small bit of mental real estate set out henceforth.

Thanks for the attention. I am the youngest child of three, and I love attention. Just ask my mother.