Mango Margarita

Today is Cinco De Mayo.  Which is the celebration of the victory of The Mexican Army over the French in the Battle of Puebla.  Around these parts though, we mostly use it as a day to celebrate Mexican heritage, culture and pride, as well as drink margaritas.

Today is also, Mother’s Day Tea at my 4 year old’s pre-school.

Which leads me to another point, I could really use a margarita right. about. now.

This kid.
This 4 year old kid is a spitfire.
God love her.
Every minute I spend with her is heavenly, but geez Louise, its non stop talking, dancing, singing, yelling, whining, giggling, and bossing.

You know the type.

The day started out with a lovely serenade by her preschool friends.
My kid is the one dancing the hula. EXUBERANTLY. To a song that may or may not have been tropical in nature, but WAS NOT supposed to have choreography included.

All the mom’s were laughing. “Oh, that Soledad!” they’d giggle.  “She is so funny. What a ball of energy.”  Which is code for. . . .”What in the world is wrong with her?”

Here’s the evidence. The video is a little long (2:36 minutes) feel free to skip over her shenanigans.

Then we were escorted to their classroom, where I was given a polite curtsy.

I didn’t realize she was going to give a show, so the picture is fuzzy as I was fumbling for my camera.

She walked me to my seat, and told me to properly eat my lunch.  I tried to make small talk, but was told I was being impolite, so I promptly shut my mouth.

She drank, and drank, and drank tea, with her pinky out, and only spilled it on me once.

I was rather impressed with her daintiness. I only had tell her to stop talking with her mouth full 10 times.

And then she presented me with a lovely vase of pen flowers.  Loved it. Then she proceeded to throw them under the table, 6 times.  “Soli, why are you doing that?” “I’m hiding them, mommy.” she’d giggle.  “But I see them.  I know they are there. That’s not hiding.”  She looked at me confused, which in turn confused me. So I’m not really sure who didn’t get what was going on.

And then she gave me my most precious gift, a card all about me.

“Look Mommy.” she says.  “I colored her skin peach, just like yours.”
I smiled dutifully. “Mmmm. Huh.”  I murmured.   Note to self:  Remember to tell 3rd born child that Mommy is not peach. But rather, golden brown, with a hint of caramel. I really got to get on that.

But honestly none of that matters because at the end of the day.  This is what my child thinks of me.

Basically, she has told me I’m as yummy as muffin (a high compliment in my book), as skinny and tall as a model, as funny as a comedian, AND I eat all my vegetables.

A higher compliment I could not have received.
Damn. I’m one great mom.

Carry on Soli, Poli, Rock and Rolly.  You are pretty fantastic, your darn self.

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Now, if you don’t mind.  It’s only 2:15 and I’ve already had one of those days.

Lovely yes.

 But sometimes, I just get tired looking at all the energy that is bottled up in that kid of mine. 

I have some mangoes in the fridge, and I think I’m going to make Mr. Woo and myself a Cinco de Mayo treat.  I’m thinking I can’t really go wrong with Mango and Triple Sec.  Salud!

The Mango Margarita
This recipe comes from Krups, world leader in coffee, tea and kitchen appliances.  And apparently, yummy Cinco de Mayo treats.


1 1/4 ounces silver tequila
1-ounce triple sec
1 1/2 ounces freshly squeezed lemon juice
2 ounces simple syrup
3/4 cup partially frozen mangoes, unsweetened (prefer individual quick frozen or fresh)
Garnish with leftover mango slices


Place all of the ingredients in the blender and use “whip” setting until smooth. Pour the mixture into a margarita glass. Garnish with a slice of mango.

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6 thoughts on “Mango Margarita

  1. Augh! Did you cry? I mean besides when you laughing at that flipping adorable video!? (I, personally, like a kid with a little personality. The other kids are so you know… un-hula-ish). Because I cried at M’s party today. And she didn’t even imply I was a model, which surely would have resulted in tears of joy. That Soli. She’s a good egg.

    1. Warwick told her that she really shouldn’t have done that. And she said she
      couldn’t help herself. She was just feeling the music 🙂 Sounds like an
      AUNTIE I know. *cough, cough*

  2. You made me laugh out loud about the dainty tea party.  I, too, needed a margarita and it was a little later … 3:43!

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