It’s that time of year again – camping season! In a couple of weeks I’ll be off to Mission, British Columbia, Canada, for the annual vintage trailer rally with members of the Tin Can Tourists. No FiFi this year – heck, I don’t even have Nellie yet, but luckily there are a few cabins they call “bunkies” and lots of vintage trailer friends with which to carouse!
My go-to camping adult beverage is as easy to make as they get. But beware; it packs quite a wallop. Many have tried and most have succumbed to the Camping Margs. For a while there I contemplated fashioning a patch to bestow upon those who survived!
Here are the Margs in their natural habitat, and my lovely webmistress Melissa at the Deming Log Show Campgrounds in 2010:
The Recipe:
Camping Jug, like this Coleman I use
750 ml bottle of Patron Citronge
1.75 liter bottle of Cuervo Margarita Mix
1.75 liter bottle of Sauza Hornitos Reposado Tequila
Dump it all in the jug and give it a good shake.
In a serving the size of a Solo party cup, pour the mixture over lots of ice and squeeze in one half of a lime. In my opinion, this is the best lime squeezer you can buy. It really gets all the lime juice out of the lime. It’s a bit counter-intuitive, however; turn the lime upside down in the receptacle for maximum squoze juiceage. (Look it up – it’s Latin. I swear.)
Folks, that’s over a GALLON of margaritas – 143 ounces. Assuming an 8-ounce serving, that is 17 margaritas, and even the stoutest and hardiest of (wo)men should have only two. Okay, maybe three.
The Margs will stay fresh in the jug for a couple of days. How fresh you will be in the morning after imbibing them is up to the vagaries of fate, and your constitution.
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We too have succumbed to the ever potent “camping margarita”. Our very first camping trip with our first little trailer, a 13′ Trillium. We had just bought it in canada, came across the border to the Deming vintage trailer rally. We were as untested as they get. No one warned us about the libations by Tammy, so innocently, we drank her yummy cocktail unaware that within the hour we would be on our asses. I remember weaving my way to the bathrooms and nothing more. That was after ONE drink. Tammy, your Camping Margarita will always be a topic of conversation around the campfires!
Jill, here’s the “before” photo. (I don’t take “after” photos. ha ha)