Yesterday was the fifth of May. In case you didn't know. The fifth of May is not just the fifth of May for those of us who look for any excuse to eat guacamole. It's Cinco de Mayo. And unlike the first Cinco de Mayo we celebrated at Blackrock, it was unseasonably warm and sunny yesterday.
A sunny, warm Cinco de Mayo? We know what that means: frozen margaritas for all!
You know how to make good frozen margaritas? Lemme tell you how I make good frozen margaritas. Limeade. Yup, the frozen stuff in a can from the supermarket. Limeade plus triple sec plus tequila plus lots of ice in a blender and that's one delicious margarita.
We didn't have any limeade on hand, but we did have LOTS of limes, so I squeezed and squeezed and squeeeezed some more, until my hands were tired and there was enough lime juice in the blender. Then, instead of making simple syrup, I dumped in the remains of some peach syrup left from thawing frozen peaches.
Turns out the only thing better than frozen margaritas on a sunny Cinco de Mayo evening is peach frozen margaritas on a sunny Cinco de Mayo evening. DAMN THAT'S GOOD.
Then we ate guacamole and salsa and chips and chili and roasted squash, with Mr. Jason as our dinner guest. He used to live in Arizona too, so he gets Cinco de Mayo. Also, he wanted to go fishing on the glassy-calm lake in the canoe with A. and Cubby.
So after dinner, they set out to troll in the canoe. I did a million dishes and then sat on the porch reading for awhile and admiring the astonishing sunset. Around eight, I went down to the beach to wave them in, since it was already past Cubby's bedtime. They were nowhere in sight. And they didn't appear until the sun was down and it was almost dark, WAAAAY past Cubby's bedtime. They had caught a few perch, and just as I was starting to bring Cubby up to the house for bed, Mr. Jason caught a pretty big pickerel from our dock.
That's a good day.
Unfortunately, the good day was followed by a not-good night with Charlie after I got to bed too late myself. And that not-good night was in turn followed by a painfully early morning, with both kids up and cranky at 5:30 a.m.
So I spent today so damn tired I felt woozy. But you know, we all take the good with the bad. And yesterday was good.
I'll take it.
We didn't do anything - despite being in Tucson even.
ReplyDeleteShameful really - although my mother-in-law made Mexican the day prior, so I'll count that.
-moi
Some times it does seem we pay a price for a good day....why is that? Beth
ReplyDeleteDoes sound like a very good day to me.
for cinco de mayo i ate leftover pizza and later on i had a turkey grinder.
ReplyDeletecan i tell you a secret? nobody knows this. right now i am in the public library in dansville ny.
i am here because i have fond places to park my car and sleep legally, and i have the word of a forest ranger to back me up.
this means that now i have a more western base of operations than trumansburg.
yay!
two days from now i will be back in tburg.
sometime after that i will try to go where the cicadas are expected to emerge.
because i hear that's cool if you don't have to stay.
don't tell nobody, ok?