happy first official day of march because who ever actually knows what the date is on a sunday!
this is the time of year when my beautiful chicagoans get real bitter. because in december when you’re all cute about the christmas lights and skating in millennium park, in your mind – winter will end with february. but then march hits and mother nature cackles and i dream of genie style – she nods her head, and in comes the snow. which, weirdly, is no longer a beautiful wonder. neither are the two scarves and hunter boots you’ve work for the last 179 days.
you know what i miss about summer? yes of course i miss the tan (i swear my face powder is made for albinos and it’s still too dark, ladies hear me) and i miss the sun, the warmth, the dresses. but that’s not what i find myself pining for today.
storms. the really rowdy ones that get right in your face and demand your attention. the ones that make your stomach get a little jumpy, because the thunder is so unpredictable, and the way it just blows in like a wrecking bowl reminds you that nature is a force to be reckoned with.
at the lake. that’s the best. you race in from skiing or the island or when you’re 13, you chug that 9.9 motor as fast as you can towards shore, any shore. boat covers go on faster than you can say jiminy cricket, because neighbors come running down your dock to help without you ever having to ask. you throw on a sweatshirt over you bikini, pour yourself a drink and sit out on the porch to enjoy the show. you can watch the clouds come nearer, the sky turns that ominous shade or green and you see the rain dance across the water as it comes closer and closer.
eventually, the skies close up, drained of what they had to give. everything is renewed, and smells cleaner, fresher. a rainbow shoots over the center of the lake. the water is the smoothest glass you’ve ever seen. and just like that – sweatshirts come off, boat covers are removed at least as quickly as they were put on, and you’re jumping in the water to put skis on before the jet skiiers ruin the most perfect ski. rope’s in the water, grabbing the handle, the boat roars to life and pulls out of the water. the sun shining, the rainbow at your fingertips, you soar across the water and take a deep breath. the storm is over.
and it’s a good day. a perfect day.
so can we just pretend? if i was on that porch, i would want this drink in my hand. it’s the perfect summer cocktail. it’s sweet, but not too sweet, light, and just a hint of the deep tones of tequila make it satisfying. there isn’t any sugar, it’s healthy in the way of cocktails. the perfect drink for the perfect day.
also, i feel like these cocktails need a new name. grapefruit tequila drink is boring. and i mean, haven’t we all secretly wanted to be the person who got to make up the nail polish colors? like berry me red and lincoln park after dark?
tequila sunrise is already a name right? so we can’t do that. oh apparently there’s name already, i just discovered thanks to google. thanks for ruining the fun again, google.
paloma. it’s literally grapefruit and club soda. well aren’t you clever.
a peach paloma. but there’s no peach. help. the perfect paloma? tthat’s so ostentatios. whatever. i like it. it’s pretentious. and girl, sometimes you need some pretentious. i feel bad for any male that’s reading this right now. should i talk about eyebrow plucking now? i’ll make a man’s meal soon. thanks for sticking with me. real men drink palomas.
i’m going to stop now.
cheers to summer comin!
- 1/2 cup silver tequila
- 1/4 cup grapefruit juice
- 2 tbl fresh lime juice
- club soda
- lime wedges for garnish
- add tequila, lime juice and grapefruit juice to a shaker filled with ice. shake it. shake it.
- strain into glasses and top with club soda.
- garnish with lime