Tomorrow is the first day of fall so….I’m on a tight deadline to bring you this one last sip of summer. The time has come to bid farewell to long sunny days, drinks out on the patio and warm nights lit only by campfire. Don’t get me wrong, I love the fall. It ranks a very close second behind summer. But, this time of year is bittersweet for me. I wake up when it’s still dark not nudged to start my day by the sweet rays coming in through the window. The day starts and ends with a cool, crisp edge to it. I ain’t no fool, I know what that means, it means winter is coming and that’s the part I dread. despise. wish would never come.
In order to possessively hang onto summer just a while longer (at least another day), here’s a recipe for watermelon margaritas….