Friday. 5:00 p.m. Time to close up shop. Time to shut down the computer, turn off the copier and printer. Time to head home to the hubby and dogs and start the weekend.
About two years, on a Friday in early summer, I was doing exactly that, shutting off lights and grabbing my keys to head out the door, when the phone rang, a distraught member on the line, frantic that their entire brokerage was unable to access the forms library. To a REALTOR, this is bad – really bad – especially with the weekend looming in the background. I dropped back down into my office chair and began damage control. It was two hours later before I was able to correct their “user” error. In the middle of their crisis, I phoned home to let Malcolm know I’d be late and to hold off on dinner. It had been a long week just made longer, but I was able to keep 200 brokers in business for the weekend. I locked up the office and headed home……
A half-hour later I walked in the house. I was tired, hungry and grouchy and there was my sweet, wonderful husband, waiting for me at the door, a blended margarita with salt in his hand, the dogs eagerly awaiting to be allowed to hug me in their welcome home attack, a platter of appetizers (okay, cheese and salami with salsa) sitting on the kitchen counter. Malcolm grabbed my purse and handed me my drink with orders to go outside and sit on the lounger on the portal. The girls followed me outside and waited for me to get comfortable. Once settled, Dolce immediately crawled up on the long wicker lounge, curled up between my legs and put her head on my lap. Tiamo sat by my side, getting her ears gently rubbed as Malcolm and I caught up on the week’s happenings. One margarita led to two, cheese and salami ended up being dinner, we watched the sun set over the Sandia’s while the tension eased and I was able to relax. Dolce never lifted her head from my lap, Tiamo never left my side. Amore would amble over every so often throughout the night ensuring all was well. Malcolm and I talked until well after all the stars were lit and sparkling. It was one of the best nights ever and the start of our “wine nights”.
The following Friday, I was able to head out for the weekend without any phone calls or delays. On my drive home from work, I called Malcolm and asked that he uncork a bottle of red wine and pour two glasses, I’d be home soon. Summers in Santa Fe are gorgeous – it’s our monsoon season, afternoon showers help cool down the day’s heat and create some spectacular sunsets, showing off the colors of the sky as it opens the door to the night. Malcolm had put together another tray of hor de oeuvres which we nibbled on throughout the night. We sat outside on the portal, the dogs at our feet, content in hearing our voices as we conversed, sipping on our wine.
We have continued our Friday night wine nights ever since. On occasion we invite friends and neighbors over to join us, but mostly it the two us and the girls. On cold winter nights we will light a fire while we enjoy a warm toddy, Dolce always by my side. Since Tiamo’s passing, Amore has taken to laying down at my feet, keeping them warm, letting me know she is right there. She’ll lift her head when she hears a car drive by, check out what’s happening when Malcolm gets up to add another log on the fire and come right back to me, leaning up against my feet. Eventually, she’ll roll over and start to snore, relaxed and at ease. I believe the girls enjoy the evenings as much as we do. I believe they hear the cadence of our voices, the low tones of our words and know their family is all right. All’s well.
Start your own Friday night tradition with these Blackberry – Poblano Margaritas. The deep purple color is a stunner!
Blackberry – Poblano Margaritas
- 3 tbsp fresh blackberries (ok to use frozen berries)
- 2 tbsp finely diced poblano peppers (seeds and membrane discarded)
- 2 oz silver tequila
- 1 1/2 oz Cointreau
Muddle the blackberries and poblano peppers in a cocktail shaker. Add a tablespoon of superfine sugar if the berries need a little sweetening, at this point. Add the tequila, Cointreau and ice and shake. Strain into two margarita glasses filled with ice.
May substitute with raspberries, blueberries or a combination of berries. To avoid pulp or seeds in your glass, strain before serving.