More Difficult Than Golf
There is one thing more difficult than golf.
No, it's not getting permission from the CFO to buy a garden tractor. That's an impossibility. For that you skip right over asking for permission and go straight to asking for forgiveness.
The one thing more difficult than golf is making Margaritas for one.
I tried it again last evening and failed miserably. Pleasantly, but miserably all the same. You see, a Margarita for one turns into a Maragrita for four or more by the time you get the tequila, triple sec, sweet and sour mix, and lime juice balanced perfectly.
So by the time I get this jug of joy just right, I remember that it's time for dinner. Oops!
In the refrigerator I find a tube of Mexican charizo sausage, a few tomatoes past their prime, half an onion and some red peppers from the reduced price produce cart at the grocery store. What the heck. I like all those things and so into a hot pan they go with a little olive oil and some garlic. After all that cooks down, it's getting a little thick. What the heck. I've got an extra Maragrita or three and I donate one to the whatever it is that I'm cooking. Hey, beer works. Why not Margaritas? Liquid is liquid. Now it's starting to look a little like chili so in goes some chili powder and some Mexican oregano from my herb garden. In hind sight, adding chili pepper to a mild red pepper is stupid but Margaritas will make you do stupid things, you know.
There may well have been a few more ingredients but I don't seem to remember them this morning. Anyhow, here's Dave's Margarita Chili with Charizo Sausage and Red Peppers served with nachos and a left-over red wine of uncertain provence.
If someone would cook up a mess of this stuff and let me know how it tastes, I sure would appreciate it. While it looks good in the photograph, all I can recall about this one is that Sam thought it was great. But then she a dog and will eat just about anything.
I'm going back to Martinis.
No, it's not getting permission from the CFO to buy a garden tractor. That's an impossibility. For that you skip right over asking for permission and go straight to asking for forgiveness.
The one thing more difficult than golf is making Margaritas for one.
I tried it again last evening and failed miserably. Pleasantly, but miserably all the same. You see, a Margarita for one turns into a Maragrita for four or more by the time you get the tequila, triple sec, sweet and sour mix, and lime juice balanced perfectly.
So by the time I get this jug of joy just right, I remember that it's time for dinner. Oops!
In the refrigerator I find a tube of Mexican charizo sausage, a few tomatoes past their prime, half an onion and some red peppers from the reduced price produce cart at the grocery store. What the heck. I like all those things and so into a hot pan they go with a little olive oil and some garlic. After all that cooks down, it's getting a little thick. What the heck. I've got an extra Maragrita or three and I donate one to the whatever it is that I'm cooking. Hey, beer works. Why not Margaritas? Liquid is liquid. Now it's starting to look a little like chili so in goes some chili powder and some Mexican oregano from my herb garden. In hind sight, adding chili pepper to a mild red pepper is stupid but Margaritas will make you do stupid things, you know.
There may well have been a few more ingredients but I don't seem to remember them this morning. Anyhow, here's Dave's Margarita Chili with Charizo Sausage and Red Peppers served with nachos and a left-over red wine of uncertain provence.
If someone would cook up a mess of this stuff and let me know how it tastes, I sure would appreciate it. While it looks good in the photograph, all I can recall about this one is that Sam thought it was great. But then she a dog and will eat just about anything.
I'm going back to Martinis.
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