Fire and Spicy

If there’s one thing I’m not, it’s a margarita girl. Tequila did me dirty one time too many in college, and I spent years afterward disliking the taste no matter how many fancy “sipping” ones I was introduced to. Now that it’s been about a million years since then, because I only look like I might not be pushing forty, college is a hallucinogen-laced blur of history, and tequila and I are casual acquaintances. Still, if I’m going to have a “margie,” it needs to ha