Margaritas and Other Things

I misspelled my own name as ‘Corring’ in a recent email. Apparently this is another misspelling of my name. Often I misspell it as ‘Corrian’ but ‘Corring’ is a new one. Sheesh…. I’m going to blame it on the new margarita recipe I found in Better Homes and Gardens. Well, I had to try it! I tried to scale the servings for 6-8 down to one serving and managed two servings. Okay, I’m a lightweight…. The margarita recipe is as follows:

1/2 cup lime juice
1 cup tequila
1 cup Cointreau or Grand Marnier or Triple Sec (i.e. an orange liqueur)

This makes 4-6 servings.

I adjust for two servings this way:

1/3 cup lime juice
Fill up the measuring cup to 2/3 with Triple Sec
Fill up the measuring cup to 1 1/3 with Tequila.

Somehow I calculated 1 1/3 cups as two servings, while the original recipe says that 2 1/2 cups is 4-6 servings. I suppose my calculation isn’t off by too much but I feel like I drank 4 servings worth. Again, I’m a lightweight but it’s Spring Break so I deserve a little slack.

On to other things:

This morning I had a wonderful riding lesson on Sophie. Goldie isn’t quite back to her normal self. Although when she was turned out, she bucked, snorted, and ran about as if she were a wild mustang being chased by mountain lions. I’m kind of glad I wasn’t riding her today.

It drizzled a tiny bit this morning but not enough to obscure my vision so I was comfortable jumping. Barb has me jumping at least 2′ jumps, possibly 2.5′. I feel comfortable. My position has improved a great deal since I’ve been ridnig under Barbara Vasilaros’ tutelage. I’m not falling all over the place after we land. Jumping has always been fine but landing can be a problem if my body is not right, i.e. heels down, butt over saddle, back flat, chest and shoulders up.

Did I mention that I went roping on Sunday? I’m a header, which means in team roping that I rope the front end of a cow, i.e. the horns, while a heeler of the team ropes the heels. It’s been either 13 or 14 years since I’ve roped. My first time back was Sunday. I caught 3 out of a bunch of cows (maybe 10?), which is better than I expected. I expected to catch zero cows. One of these days I’ll post pictures of me jumping and roping. I have to convince my husband to be present long enough to snap a few photos. Normally he’s more interested in riding his bike or rock climbing. I can’t say that I blame him.