I almost fell off the elliptical when my local cable station announced a new study claiming that just 60 seconds of intense exercise may be as beneficial as 45 minutes of moderate exercise. Don’t these Einsteins know already that it’s calories in calories out? There are no shortcuts. I had already been slaving away for 30 minutes, with another 4 hours to go, to work off the vat of guacamole that I consumed the night before.
Why the binge on guacamole you may be wondering? Well, the forecast for Cinco de Mayo was lousy. The Big Irishman, hubby, light of my life, ball and chain, and I, vacillated on whether to go out or stay home. So, in preparation for either event, I got a new fiesta colored shirt and a BIG bag of avocados. Both were on sale and I’m a sucker for sales. We ended up going out, and I ended up with enough guacamole to open a pop up Mexican food stand.
Cinco de Mayo comes in third on my favorite holidays list, right after Thanksgiving and Christmas. Legislation should be past making Cinco de Mayo a 2-day holiday. May 5th to celebrate and May 6th to recuperate. The Big Irishman would prefer to lobby that honor for St. Patrick’s Day. But hey, the Irish already have tons of parades, and most of the party goers call in sick the next day anyway.
Despite the dismal weather, Cinco de Mayo kicked off to a muy bueno start with lunch at Willy & Nick’s. Mary and Linda, my writing partners in crime, who’ll rally for any excuse to avoid staring at a blank page, joined me. When I announced that it was Cinco de Mayo, and we had to forgo earl grey tea, they were all in. Naturally, I had to scare the poop out of the new waiter by giving him blow by blow directions on how to mix the perfect margarita.
Namely, start with good tequila, no need to go crazy with Petron. Add Cointreau, NOT Triple Sec, and FRESH lime juice. Never, ever, use mix. Shake it hard, serve it COLD, over ice. Salt, optional. Of course, when having a Cinco de Mayo bash, running two blenders is highly recommended.
When evening rolled around, plans had to be adjusted. Our favorite hacienda featured outdoor festivities. Standing outside in 50⁰ rainy weather did not sound like fun, even to a hard core, tequila swilling gringo, such as myself.
Unfortunately, the second choice was a big mistake. The name itself should have tipped me off, but I relied on a recommendation in Westchester Magazine that toted the Beehive as a fab place to celebrate Cinco de Mayo. The Beehive sounds like a place to drink earl grey tea NOT tequila. The Big Irishman nailed it. A soon as we heard a baby crying over the sounds of a mediocre mariachi band we should have run for the hills. The margaritas were awful and the guacamole was too green.
Next year, I’m doing Cinco de Mayo, and anyone who likes my blog on FB, tweets it to their followers, and shares my post with ten friends can come. Just kidding!
A bag (small) of ripe avocados will suffice.
A small bottle of tequila also couldn’t hurt.