When you can’t find frozen margaritas and queso, make it yo’self. Yes, yes, I know frozen margaritas are not the best way to enjoy your tequila, and the climate here isn’t even remotely right for that kind of icy drank, but come on. Nostalgia doesn’t give a shit.
Before moving, James and I ate Tex-Mex on Friday nights. Every Friday night. The venues changed–Teotihuacan, Spanish Village, Tony’s, Tia Maria–but the appetizer and beverage were consistent. So we brought some of that flavor to the West Coast this Friday. (It won’t be a common occurrence–a tiny thing of Velveeta costs $7.)
I’ve yet to perfect restaurant queso (I think I need to buy a big can of nasty fake cheese from a food supplier in order to get it right) and the meatless gravy on the enchiladas was a little chunky (my fault for letting it sit too long), but the margaritas were good and our Tex-Mex cravings were quelled. At least for a little while.