Another march scorcher in San Francisco, with an apparent high of 78 degrees. My prius reported 80, but I won't nitpick. We had dinner at my friend Shelley's house, where she cooked hamburgers and I brought a salad. The grownups drank margaritas and the kids were supposed to have lemonade, but I forgot to make it.
We left the back door open and they ran from the house to the yard and back. They played hide and seek. They ate popsicles. They found cat poop. Shelley and I pretended that we live in the suburbs, where summers are warm and yards are grassy. As it grew dark, the sprinklers came on and the children took off their clothes. They giggled and screeched and then I took mine home, dripping wet, in the car.
Margaritas (adapted from Canal House Cooking volume 3)
2 martini glasses
Fill a cocktail shaker with ice. Slice the limes and squeeze them into the shaker. Put some salt on a plate at least as big as the rim of your glasses, rub the edge of each glass with one of the lime halves, then dip the wet glass edge in the salt.
Pour 3 oz tequila and 2 oz Cointreau into the shaker. Shake it up for quite a while, until the drink is really cold. Strain half into each glass.
Lemonade (adapted from Sunset Magazine)
4 Tablespoons sugar
4 cups water
1/2 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice
Mix it all together for a minute or two, until the sugar is dissolved. Serve over ice.