Saturday, February 23, 2013
In willing, but tongue-in-cheek honour of what we learned was National Margarita Day (...) we celebrated last night.
The Persian limes at Mr Kims were not the juicy ones, so I had to choose lemons, instead. No matter. I dipped the rims of the glasses in the sticky, lemony-salty syrup from the jar of preserved lemons (almost ready to taste - maybe this weekend) and then squeezed fresh lemons like a fiend. Equal parts Cointreau, a very nice reposado Tequila (meaning it has rested, just a bit - light amber in colour - called El Jimador), and the juice. Shaken, and poured, milky yellow, suspension of miniscule bubbles.
The Margarita has a bad reputation. It is potentially one of the nastiest, most abused cocktails out there. Bad liquor, awful sour mix from a bottle, swimming pool-sized glasses...? = visions of herds of wildebeest (it's a long story, going back to university days, and I'm pretty sure it lurks somewhere on this blog, already).
But made with respect, it is one of the finest cocktails invented on this planet.