The apocryphal story goes, that there was this cocktail party in Bakersfield, California that was waning. Not that this says anything bad about Bakersfield, well maybe it does. Anyway, The host, a thoughtful man on his feet, even after a couple of drinks, quickly poured tequilla, cointreau, and lime juice into the shaker over crushed ice, shook it to chill, served it straight, and thereby saved the party. When asked the name of the drink, he christened it after his dear wife. And the rest, as they say, is history.
I was vacationing at a lake cabin in Minnesota for a week one summer, and the aunt of my then-girlfriend mixed a blender-full of the following, a margarita recipe for afternoons to be spent floating about the lake on the pontoon boat:
One can frozen lime juice concentrate
One can cheap beer (budweiser is recommended),
A long pour of Jose Cuervo tequila,
A slug of cheap triple sec,
Blend with ice.
It was
very satisfying. And
cheap.
Lather, rinse, repeat.