Or Where’s My Lost Shaker of Salt?*
Running in the park with the dog this morning, I was cheered by the sight of countless tiny wild daisies raising their little heads up through the deep green grass. Having just returned from a week in Spain, the language was still riffling through my head. Daisy is Margarita in Spanish. The rare confluence of English sunshine, cheerful wildflowers, and guests coming for dinner had me hankering after making juicy Margaritas for cocktail hour.