A cup of Baja Blast always makes me think of the warm waters of the Caribbean, which is on the opposite coast to Baja, but it’s the thought that counts. The greenish blue hue actually looks like refreshing tropical waters slowly lapping across white sandy beaches. My favorite thing about Baja Blast is the color, which has to be the most perfect color of soda ever created. I wanted to have at least a kitschy theme for my margarita since this entire idiotic exercise was kinda my idea (sorry y’all!) in the first place. I’d sooner die than order one of these at a bar, but thank god we made one we could actually swallow.
She nearly puked from the taste, but considering the first two would have killed her this was a big big win. This one actually works! I danced around the house like Grandpa Joe hearing about the Golden Ticket and urged my wife to give it try. Before giving up completely I called an audible: switch to gold tequila like Nelson, and added only triple sec and agave, serving it on the rocks. This was an absolute disaster and I’m ashamed to have let it cross my lips. I even tried a separate attempt without shaking the soda and it was just as bad. The extra sugar and blend of real lime with whatever toxic waste Mtn Dew calls “lime flavoring” made this an absolute mess. Verdict: The Frozen Blast Margarita tastes like absolute dogshit. Poured over a mountain of crushed ice in a salted rim, I left all hope on the table that this would be the answer to our prayers… What in the actual fuck?! It’s bad enough I’m ruining a perfectly good 2oz of tequila for this, now I might blow up my house in the process? Well I’m not one to quit, so I gave the mixture a right good shake (over the sink at my wife’s order) and tried to keep the shaker cap from blowing off the top. The recipe specifically calls to SHAKE a 1/2 cup of soda in the cocktail mixer. All the ingredients of the traditional drink are there: tequila, syrup, lime juice, triple sec and a heaping helping of ice. Taking to the Internet I found a recipe for a “7-Up Margarita” and used it for the base. Before you even consider the sweetness, the carbonation alone is enough to screw up the recipe. Margaritas made with sodas seem antithetical to the whole concept. The flavors of the Cuervo and Blast really didn’t play well together, and while I did finish it (‘cause Mama ain’t raise no bitch), I did rinse my mouth a little afterwards. The sweet spot is somewhere between, but likely closer to the single bottle mixture. On the second attempt, there was definitely a touch too much tequila in this one. So with a salted rim, the sweet-salty interplay was actually quite nice. I mean it’s greenish the way Baja Blast is, not like a real margarita but if you squinted maybe? The first one was definitely still sweet, and you could barely taste the tequila. Verdict: I know Matt likes to comment on color and aesthetic of drinks, but that’s not really my thing.
I did this by adding another half-mini to the mix. On the second try, I made sure to get a better picture of the final product, but also chose to test the tequila to Blast balance. When I got home I poured half of a pint glass of Blast on the rocks, followed by one mini-bottle of Jose Cuervo Gold, then the 2nd half of the Baja, then stirred. Just to not dilute the Dew any, we’re serious scientists here. Unfortunately, the only way I was able to procure some Baja Blast was to visit my local neighborhood Taco Bell, and got a large cup without any ice. My first attempt did include a poorly salted rim, but that photo wasn’t the best. I decided to keep it simple: Baja Blast, and tequila. I don’t have a fancy drink making kit, or all the fancy triple-secs and lime juices, etc. Nelson Rockingham: Tequila and Blast on the rocks Each TehBen writer was to try a different approach and together we would find the perfect margarita recipe using the once again scarce limeish green Mtn Dew. The mission became clear…at least to our diseased minds. Perhaps we were all drinking a bit that evening as Editor Ben made an interesting non sequitur. While Matt was pounding margaritas with his wife and a friend one Wednesday night at the local Mexican joint, he sent a sloppy text to the TehBen writers room. A simple night out with friends eventually turned into a misunderstanding.
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