Tequila

I am not a big drinker, but I made the decision, in honor of the fact that my coworker Óskar is heading off to school in Florida in the fall, to prepare a few Borderstate specialities for his farewell dinner last night, among which would of course be margaritas. (I also happen to have a set of real margarita glasses that usually just sit up on my top shelf). But there is no way to make margaritas without tequila.

So yesterday I drove over to the state liquor store, in search of tequila. I really was not sure if it was even available here in Iceland, and had a heck of a time finding it in the store, but finally down on the bottom self in one corner, I spotted the silver and gold types of one brand, Jose Cuervo (which has a sombrero-shaped lid). I would have of course saved some money had I purchased tequila either in Florida or in the duty free store at the airport, but I did not think the price was too bad. And so I tromped home triumphantly.

None of my guests had ever had a margarita before, so I was feeling good that I had done my part to increase inter-cultural knowledge. However, it turns out that some of them had indeed had shots of tequila, and knew the trick with the lime and salt.

But of course none of them have had a real tequila popper in Tijuana.

Comments

Thordis said…
You just gave me an idea :) In my 20's my girlfriends and I held regular Margarita parties. It has been too long since the last one.....
Thordis said…
You just gave me an idea :) In my 20's my girlfriends and I held regular Margarita parties. It has been too long since the last one...

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