My wife, kids and I arrived after dinner on that particular Wednesday evening and all of the festivities had already begun. Now not all of my family drinks but there is usually a blender going for margaritas. We came in the front door and my wife went one way, the kids went another, so I dropped our contribution for the next day's meal in the kitchen.
In the kitchen, there was a lot of prep work going on. I offered to help. My sister, the one taking the trip with us next summer, was busy doing something for the meal; my older brother was in charge of margaritas. He offered me one. I was drinking at the time. I gladly took it. He poured me a nice blended margarita in a salt rimmed glass. It tasted great.
We started talking, catching up really, and I noticed that my sister had left the room. She had been pealing onions for the stuffing. She asked me to put the onions in a food processor before she left the room. I obliged. I remarked to my brother that the pureed onions looked alot like the blended margaritas that he was preparing.
I gave my sister her "margarita" and we all sat around and joked and talked. It must have been about 5 minutes before my sister tasted her margarita. It was hilarious. She screamed at me and my brother and we had the greatest laugh. She will never forget. She doesn't take drinks from us anymore.
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