Not a huge fan of Margarita's but the Gulf Foxtrot is. I make a mean puerco pibil. Five pounds of pork butt marinated in achiote sauce and slow cooked in banana leaves. It screams for cold beer. But Foxtrot doesn't drink beer so I usually make her a margarita. I rarely indulge. It makes no sense. It doesn't pair well with the food and it breaks all the rules of mixing booze resulting in a nasty hangover. I'll admit... I probably don't know what I'm doing. My bench mark is the silver version at the Frontera Grill in Chicago. It's hard to compete with Rick Bayless. But I try.
I love the taste...the lime, the Cointreau, the salt...I don't like the buzz. It's rag like and a little scary. It reminds me of pot and why I was never a fan. Champagne gives me a sense that everything is gonna turn out okay. Even though it's not. The buzz is gentle and after a couple of glasses it melts away within an hour. Just long enough. The Magarita keeps me anxious and seems to drop me in Juarez with out clothes, money or ID. But I tried. And I always say the same thing. Never again. Never, ever, again.
The 100% polyester Nik Nik shirt, the nails bitten to the quick and an old Army barracks from my first year in the service. If you want to know what it's like being a second class citizen in this country...enlist. You will be cheated by stereo and car salesmen, scolded for not rolling your socks correctly by a 22 year old West Point graduate, assumed ignorant by your civilian friends and considered poison by all women except the wrong kind. It's just like drinking tequila. Still, it was a helluva buzz.
No idea where that belt buckle is and that's a good thing. It was heavy and the belt was wide. I also had a Winchester buckle that I would rotate on the same strap. Isn't that odd? Just like my sterling buckles today. Well...not, 'just like' but you get the point. Surprised by those glasses. Wonder if I beat John Milius to prescription Bausch & Lombs?
Times have changed. The military today is nothing like it was back when that picture was taken. And while I'll always feel a connection to the Army...it was and is my only home...I'm also an outsider. Unable to go through that gate anymore.