Making a frozen margarita means wrestling with a salty, icy mess in the blender. The sound of the ice cracking and the jar rattling is loud, immediate, and oddly satisfying as the blades chew through the frozen fruit and ice. Pouring out the thick, frosty mixture feels like a small victory—cold beads of condensation drip … Read more
I start by slicing ripe peaches—watch out for the juice, it can run down your arm and make everything sticky. The sound of the knife against the stone fruit is oddly satisfying, like a little crunch every time I cut through the flesh. Then I toss the peach slices into a pitcher, add a handful … Read more
