Skinny Kiwi Margaritas are the perfect low calorie summer drink! This drink recipe is going to become a poolside favorite!
Hi guys, it’s my favorite day of the week.
That’s a thing, right?
That’s one thing I really miss about Colorado Springs. The margaritas. We used to go to our favorite Mexican place (3 Margaritas on Powers) at least once a month because they had the best tacos and a ginormous margarita menu. I mean, we were there for 4 years and we didn’t get through the entire margarita menu.
I live in Middle of Nowhere, Texas so there really aren’t decent margaritas around here and whenever I’m in Austin, it’s 9 am or I’m driving or… well, it’s just never the appropriate situation for a margarita.
So I’m forced to make my own margaritas. On Taco Tuesday. Which is probably going to be Cereal Tuesday or Mac and Cheese Tuesday if we’re being completely honest.
Watermelon Mint Margaritas are the most refreshing summer drink! Perfect for poolside parties, Cinco de Mayo, or just a Friday night!
I feel like I’ve been so behind on holidays this year. I didn’t post a single Mardi Gras recipe, I think I posted one for Easter, and I can’t name another holiday that’s passed to save my life.
It’s safe to say that if there were more, I definitely missed them.
But I will not miss Cinco de Mayo! We’re starting a couple weeks early so I can squeeze in all the margaritas and melted cheese I can come up with.
(I’ve also started planning for National S’mores Day. I may miss all the other holidays but you know I’ll be here for margaritas and s’mores.)
Watermelon Mint Margaritas!
I’ve been obsessed with watermelon for the last couple summers and it looks like it will be continuing this year since I couldn’t wait to share these Watermelon Mint Margaritas with you!
They’re really easy and yes, they start with fresh watermelon. No fake stuff here! You just need the watermelon and then you make a quick mint simple syrup, stir in some tequila and lime juice, and you’re done!
I bet they would be delicious next to a pool or on the beach or basically anywhere that it’s hot!
Tomorrow’s Cinco de Mayo! It totally snuck up on me. And I know what you’re thinking.
How did I let the drinking holiday sneak up on me?
I am ashamed of myself.
The important thing was that I did remember. Yesterday at the grocery store as I was walking past all the fruit nectars at the grocery store.
Also, I was at H-E-B before the samples were out and shopping without tiny cups of wine was not much fun.
Next week, we go after noon!
Anyway, my husband took the boys to see the new Avengers movie yesterday afternoon and left me alone to make and consume ALL THE MARGARITAS.
I saw a mango margarita recipe recently that called for the mango nectar (in cans – usually in the Mexican food aisle) instead of fresh mango which is genius because A) mango is annoying to cut and B) if I buy the already cut mango, I’m eating it before it makes it into a margarita.
So this version calls for that nectar, fresh lime juice, tequila, you know, the usual suspects. They were really, really, really good and went perfect with a Sunday afternoon Married at First Sight marathon. #obsessed
Because depending on when you’re reading this, I may be channeling Dierks Bentley and getting drunk on a plane.
Just kidding. I’m waaaaaay too uptight to do something like that but I’ll be wishing I was getting drunk on a plane. Because I hate flying. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. For the same reason I don’t like movie theaters. It’s too small a space with too many people I don’t know and too few exits.
BUT! I’m heading to California for a social media thing so I’m willing to do the whole plane thing. Because I’ve never been to California! And I’m super stoked about just being there.
It’s been several years since I’ve had the chance to go away and I’ve never, ever spent a night away from the baby (who isn’t a baby). This trip just happened to be at a time when my husband could skip a few days of work which isn’t easy since, you know… Army.
Also, my husband’s never kept all 3 kids longer than, like, a grocery trip. He asked me to board Penelope (#idiothusky) because he doesn’t think he can handle her, all the kids, and Clementine. As you can imagine, having your husband admit to not being able to handle 3 days of what you did for 9 months is pretty awesome.
I’ve also been annoying my best friend with ridiculous TSA questions, as I do every time I fly since she works for an airline. I actually deleted a text before I sent it yesterday that said, “Can I bring bobby pins in my carry on? Because I’m pretty sure I could use a bobby pin as a weapon if I needed to.”
The one about the hair straightener made it through though. (Sorry Megan!)