So part of the sponsorship dealie thing with Sauza (who I refer to in real life as simply TEQUEEEEEEEELA, because we're close) included the assignment to have an actual Ladies' Night In.
OH. IF WE MUST. How could I resist these eyes? <-- Click that and then guess which set of eyes I am talking about. GO ON GUESS.
However, because I am no fool, I invited my favorite lady AND her non-lady significant other, because I knew he would bring dessert. Specifically, cupcakes for the kids and macarons for me. (He did not let me down.)
Since Jason and I have never met a party theme we didn't enjoy beating into the ground, we decided a Sauzarita party called for a taco bar, complete with homemade guacamole and salsa. We also decided that Tracey and Charlie were about fourteen different people:
HEY YEAH WE BOUGHT ALL THE LIMES, TOMATOES AND AVOCADOS IN THE WORLD THERE ARE NONE LEFT NOW SORRY BYE.
We ate all of this. (Ezra helped.)
And this. Jason made homemade roasted tomatillo salsa (recipe here) and I encourage everyone on earth to follow suit. It will change your life and probably cure at least some of your diseases.
I mean, not to oversell it or anything.
(What? We were simply upholding the spirit of the Sauza "Make It With A Fireman" campaign, which is all about getting hot men to make you things, like drinks and tacos and cookies.)
We did indeed make a batch of the Sauzaritas, as demonstrated in the commercial. I had a handy cheat sheet on my phone from my day on the set:
Other than having completely non-regulation ice cubes, it turned out pretty delicious. Except that we drank them before anyone remembered to take a picture. Oops.
Now it wouldn't be a TEQUEEEEEEEELA party without someone exhibiting some questionable judgment, which for us manifested in Tracey having the brilliant idea to create a NEW drink recipe. And Jason seizing on the opportunity to open a champagne bottle with the back of a knife. (Remember when we learned to that? Yes. Still doing that.)
(Please to note that all children were fed and tucked away in bed by this point, away from our terrible collective influence and reckless use of cutlery.)
So that's how...this was created. An unholy combination of tequila and prosecco and...Stevia? I think? I don't actually remember what all they put in it because I was too busy shrieking that I wanted no part of this abomination. NO PART.
WHAT HAS SCIENCE DONE?
This is Jason's "well it's not as bad as it could be" face.
And this is Charlie's "no, it actually totally is" face.
Yeeeeah. I recommend you stick with the recipes the Tequila Professionals come up with. But whatever, it was time to switch to coffee anyway, because we were all sinking into Tequila and Taco Comas and still wanted to watch Team America: World Police together and...
8:30 pm. NOW THAT'S A PARTY. Next time someone remind me to buy some Sharpies along with the limes.
This post is sponsored by Sauza and the (hilarious) "Make It With A Fireman" campaign. Please drink responsibly and avoid putting prosecco in your tequila, because ick.