True story. You ready for this one?
Now, I am sure you all recognize that my mom is amazing. She is. She’s our superhero advice giver and is totally late on her post because she was in Paris with my dad and then enrolled herself in what I call Montessori art camp, up in Haliburton. Her post is coming soon!
Here’s something you may not know about my mom. My whole entire life, she didn’t just let me do what I wanted- she encouraged it. My mom might possibly have been simultaneously the best and worst influence on me. She would never tell me what to do, or make decisions for me as, I later found out, she didn’t want to be responsible if things didn’t go well.
In junior high, I would often call my mom from the payphone at school to ask if she would come pick me up because I was bored and we weren’t doing anything. And she would come pick me up- because she was pretty sure I really was bored and not doing anything.
In high school, my friends would skip class all the time. I would ask my mom for a note to get me out of a class and she would not just write the note for me, but sometimes include a friend or two in on it as well.
Now, something to keep in mind here is that I was seriously nerdified school wise, usually handed assignments in early, never missed deadlines, or tests or anything. I did really well in school- so this is probably why she never made me go. I went when I knew I needed to because doing well was (and is) important to me.
I moved out of my parents house when I was 19, just before I started university. I moved downtown to a somewhat questionable neighbourhood, and right around the corner from me was this Mexican restaurant, Hernando’s Hideaway. Monday night was Margarita Night! 1/2 price Margaritas and loads of nachos was the name of the game.
However, in my first year of university, I had the worst schedule ever that included 8:00 am classes on both Tuesdays and Fridays. And every Monday night, my mom would drag me away from my work, tell me I was in university, and that I should have more fun. Along with my cousin Lauren (who may or may not have been legal drinking age yet), who was also at school with me, we’d head over to Hernando’s for nachos and margaritas.
Moral of the story. Well… there are 2.
1. My mom always knows best.
2. My mom always knows best except when it involves Tequila on a Monday night.
Though I have given up my Monday night tequila nights, I have not given up the margaritas! This bevy here is AMAZING at refreshing on a hot summer day, or to sip patio style in the evening. And of course, a glass straw is going to help the medicine go down!
Mexicasa Margarita Ole!
Prep Time: 5 minutes
Cook Time: 2 minutes
Keywords: blender beverage soy-free Kombucha lime Mexican summer spring
Ingredients (1-2 servings)
- 1 large handful of strawberries (about 1 cup), frozen
- 1 cup of ice
- juice of 3 limes
- pinch of stevia or honey to sweeten Honey
- 1 cup water
- 1/3-2/3 cup kombucha
- sea salt and unrefined sugar to line the glass
In a blender, blend together strawberries, ice, lime juice, sweetener and water until smooth/slushy like.
Briefly blend in the kombucha just until mixed (you don’t want to blend away the carbonation)
In a small dish, mix together the sea salt and sugar.
Dip a glass in water, and then into the salt/sugar mix to line the edge of the glass.
Fill with margarita mix.