I have seen many ideas of what the screen thinks love should look like. The images that come to mind when I think of love are from movies like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Frida, Titanic and Chef. The television shows I think of are Gilmore Girls, Gossip Girl and Sex and the City - Miranda and Carrie's love, specifically.
Obviously, I have consumed a very specific part of popular culture. (I’m not sorry about it.)
I have also seen a lot of love in my life. Sometimes, like with my parents, it is an unpretentious day-to-day partnership. Sometimes, it is an immature, painful, relationship between young people that makes my shoulders shoot up to my ears in an involuntary stress response. Sometimes, it is a non-romantic friendship that involves a lot of coffee and scrambled eggs and texting and dancing in cars.
I am a product of the world in which I grew up/am growing up in and I know that I can’t escape that. I don’t really want to, because in most ways, the world in which I grew up set me beautiful examples of what love should be like. But sometimes, I want to feel like I’m living my own love and not in, like, the fucking Bridget Jones Diary. Basically, there will be no reunions in the pouring rain, thank you. I also have zero interest in dancing in an empty room - that shit is lame.
Sometimes I feel like every loving word has already been spoken. When I’m searching for syllables to articulate my feelings, it feels like I’m really searching the scripts of movies and television shows and conversations that I’ve seen and heard. When I feel like I can’t shake off the feeling that I am starring in a Disney Channel Original Movie (DCOM!), I usually turn to my kitchen to articulate myself in a way that is, if not more original, then at least more personal.
Margaritas, like love, can be cliche (involving pinatas and sombreros) or it can be exactly right and make you feel one hundred times better. This is a classic margarita recipe with my slight twist. This is adapted from the two people in my life who make the best margaritas - my mother and my boyfriend. Rather than pick one, I've changed both and I'm calling it a tie because, you know, love.
my perfect margarita
- 1.5 oz silver tequila
- 3 limes
- 1/2 ounce Cointreau
- 1/2 ounce simple syrup
- kosher salt
First, roll your limes, applying pressure with the palm of your hand to help loosen the juice in the limes. Slice one of the limes into quarters and run one of them around the rim of your glass, then coat with salt.
Juice the rest of the limes
Add ice, simple syrup, Cointreau, tequila and lime juice to a cocktail shaker and shake to combine ingredients. Sprinkle a little salt in the bottom of the glass, add fresh ice and strain your drink over the ice. Garnish with another slice of lime. Serve.