I wake up to this hot humid breath and dreaming of the tropics and go to bed looking at plane tickets to get me out of this winter. So the real dilemma, do I make a hot toddy or do I crawl under this wool blanket with a bottle of Makers Mark? I think it just started snowing, or is that just sheets of icy rain pelting the house. It could be worse…could be plucked out of bed by
As a lover of a great margarita I always have baskets of lemons and limes, and in this case the beautiful seasonal pink grapefruits from Florida. I zest about two tablespoons of each and juice them for about three cups of juice. You can either then take your hands and rub a cup and a half of sugar into the zest or blend it until the sugar takes on the zests color. Boil that down with 1:1 ratio of water to sugar, let cool and mix with the juice. This stuff is fantastic, and it keeps for weeks! And now, since I am warming up from the oven door being open pumping heat in the kitchen, I halve a couple grapefruits squeeze a little agave syrup and broil them till they char. Two ounces tequila, a splash of Contreau, an ounce of the amazin’ sour mix and a slice of the grapefruit…shake it over ice to break up the grapefruit chunk and get it all frothy, rim the glass with salt and a twist of the charred grapefruit rind. I’m glad I don’t have neighbors, galavanting in my bathing suit and blaring The Upsetters.
So after you make this sour mixture you will probably not have much self control on how many margaritas is too many….and you will end up with a plane ticket to the Dominican Republic. So long winter…
*Notes: James Stevenson “Could be Worse” a childhood favorite that helped shape me into who I am today