Last week I went to whip up a batch of ‘ritas and forgot the recipe. I had to flip through pages of old RLA posts on my phone and after I finally found the Halloween post with the recipe, I realized I’d left off the part about adding the can of limeade. To make things simple, I figured why not just put all the recipes we’ve tried so far into one post with an easy guide on how to make them, a note on preparation and a quick analysis of how they turned out*.
*Zack made the collage of ‘ritas above himself. I was impressed! Continue reading
When Caitlin realized that not only had I never seen Prince’s 1984 classic “Purple Rain,” but our music film loving friends Lisa and Eric hadn’t seen it either, we had to correct that immediately. And what a great occasion to make our first batch of purple prince inspired ‘Ritas. Lisa and Eric offered to host, cook dinner and project the movie on their wall. All we had to do was bring materials for, and make, the ‘Ritas. Our pleasure.
Prior to the movie, Eric cooked us all fresh and amazing fajitas consisting of tons of grilled veggies, grilled tortillas, and some great sides like beans, sour cream, and cheese to mix in. We also had chips with salsa and queso, and perhaps my favorite item, grilled corn on the cob, rolled in an amazing mayonnaise/sour cream/spicy mixture with chunks of parmesan on top. Mm, mm, good. Lisa also made some fresh frozen yogurt which Zack gave two very happy thumbs up to (I was still too full from dinner to participate in eating it). Lisa and Eric’s new daughter Bea gave us adorable smiles in between nomming time, and the whole family were gracious and fantastic hosts, as always.
Zack and I both forgot that a holiday was upon us this past weekend*, but because our beloved Chicago Bulls were playing the Dallas Mavericks and my mom lives just outside of the big city, we felt it’d be a great excuse for a long weekend of family and relaxation. My mom’s family got bigger since we last visited her — instead of just her and my stepdad Scott, they now have two “little ones” in the form of Browndogg and Cinnamon, their sister Airedale terriers.
*Texas Relays weekend! Oh, right. Easter. We bought these basketball tickets in like November, so we didn’t really consider anything except ‘Is this during SXSW?’
Our pumpkin carving party has quickly become one of my favorite traditions we’ve started together. We have a handful of friends come over a week or two before Halloween, carve pumpkins, drink pumpkin beer and orange ‘ritas and have some pumpkin snacks. I like to have both hands free to eat and drink, but I enjoy watching other people carve and this year I had the added bonus of being in charge of keeping Scooby from terrorizing everyone*.
*If you shut your eyes and believed he was a wolf, he added to the atmosphere with his constant howling and barking, really. Continue reading
It all started with a dollar sale at Twin Liquors a couple weeks ago. I mistakenly heard dollar sale and thought they were selling bottles of wine for a dollar. My mom would be so proud. What they really meant was that their bottles were a dollar above cost. Still enjoying a good deal, I loaded up on a handle of crown, three bottles of red wine (two bottles for $5 each and a $27 bottle to see if we could tell which one was cheaper) and a bottle of nice tequila. That tequila had a destination, and that destination was a homemade batch of ‘ritas. Since Caitlin is a Strawberry ‘rita fiend, I figured we’d make a batch of her favorite. I looked up a few recipes and found rave reviews for one on AllRecipes.com dubbed “The Ultimate Frozen Strawberry Margarita.” Was it ever.
Zack and I met our friend Caitlin D*. on the Twitters, and we’ve gotten to know her better and better over the past year. Two months ago, she met an adorable and sweet-hearted mustachioed dude named Kevin McAllister (yeah we know, the same name as the kid in Home Alone**, hurr hurr) and they have been dating ever since. Since Zack and I love couple friends, double dates and bowling, we figured we’d combine all three this past Friday night***. After Zack and Kevin showed the Caitlins wussup on the lanes, we decided they should celebrate their victory/we should drown our sorrows in some ‘ritas. (Editor’s note: I totally admit I was the worst bowler of the night, but I still enjoyed myself significantly. Zack got to sport his brand new bowling shoes he bought online, and C.D. won for most entertaining bowler of the night, though Kevin was the smoothest, throwing the ball down so it would skate the edge and then curve right**** into many strikes.)
*AKA The Other Caitlin (or T.O.C.)
***We even did the same thing last weekend with Lisa and Eric, minus the ‘ritas but plus dinner.
****In other words, he throws a hook shot. Kevin’s an old pro who just left his ball at home.
The stars aligned for a trip to Spider House Saturday night, when our friends Melissa and Monte both suggested it independent of each other. I’d never been to the campus spot that Caitlin calls her old stomping ground, so we headed there with hopes for a tall, cold rita. We didn’t expect one this tall. After scanning the menu and only seeing a cucumber margarita, we came across the “Bad Mamma Jamma” described as a “32 oz frozen margarita with a shot of Hornitos & a Pacifico combined. Limit one per customer. $16.75” Clearly, I was sold on it. Caitlin wasn’t quite as sure. *I knew I wanted a margarita, and I was jonesing for a strawberry (shocking no one), so I was open to this behemoth simply because a cucumber ‘rita sounded terrible to me. When we saw the thing…cue my face. Continue reading
I don’t think either of us had any intention of getting a Margarita when we left the apartment Friday night. Caitlin had a plus one for Two Door Cinema Club and was gracious enough to take me. When we got to the window at Stubbs, the woman working will call stopped texting long enough to tell us she wasn’t on the list*. Welp. Caitlin had already gotten all dressed up and asked if I at least wanted to get a drink while we were out. Why not? We happened to be right in front of Pelóns, a brand new Mexican place in Austin that I’d been curious to try. You’re never going to believe it. They had margaritas.
*Seriously, this chick was SO rude. I understand people are probably trying to scam you on the reg, and I’m sorry for that. But that doesn’t mean we all are, or that you should take a shitty, pessimistic attitude to all of us because a few people suck. I was legitimately supposed to be on the list, and could have proved it. /rant. Continue reading
Caitlin and I go on our fair share of double dates, but this weekend we got to have our first double date weekend, as my high school (and college) friend Sam and his wife Brittany came from Indianapolis to make the weekend of it in Austin*. Sam’s a loyal reader of the blog and insisted we get ‘ritas. We were more than happy to oblige. On Friday, he and I overdid it, to say the least.* If you read that footnote, you’ll understand why we didn’t want to drink on Saturday. Even though the gents were still hungover in late afternoon, we had to try the old “hair of the dog” trick and tried the raspberry, sangria and strawberry ‘ritas at Guero’s on South congress.
*I went to three liquor stores to track down some Austin Beer Works for us. We had three each before heading to a delicious dinner at 2nd Bar and Kitchen, where we had another beer. Then it was off to Halcyon for two top shelf bourbons on the rocks and then a treacherous trip down 6th street where we stopped off for every appealing “$1 wells!” shout out from door guys. Big mistake. Sam got sick two songs into Quiet Company’s show and I was pretty much blacked out on my walk home with Caitlin**.
*Sam and Brittany were absolute joys to host; easygoing and up for pretty much any and everything. We hope to visit them and their dog Treat when we are able to get up to Indianapolis!
**It was freezing cold on our close-to-two-mile walk home, to the point where I lost feeling in my fingers and nose, but Zack kept trying to stop us in the middle of the walk to profess his love. Normally adorable, but perhaps a touch misplaced. Still, I love that he is affectionate when he’s been…ahem…enjoying himself.
Caitlin and I came to Iron Cactus once in the dog days of Austin’s brutal 2011 summer and thoroughly enjoyed our frozen margaritas. I think we’re learning our first lesson of ‘rita blogging. Any frozen drink tastes great when it’s 100 degrees outside. It was a whole different story when we came back in February. After a wonderful Little Lo set at The Parish, we decided to take a break from the Oh Snap! Festival to duck in for a drink. We sat down at the bar and I asked for a drink menu, to look at their margarita options. I still can’t process why the bartender didn’t agree to that request. They have an extensive, multi-page drink list on their website. I’m pretty sure they have something in the restaurant. Instead, he forced me to ask like five follow-up questions to find out they had strawberry, mango and prickly pear and a variety of tequilas. None of which he named. It was incredibly frustrating and extremely unnecessary. It only got worse when the drinks came. Continue reading