Kombucha settles my stomach after dinner. I make this mocktail to mimic the thrill of the Dallas patio date nights my husband and I shared early in our romance. With our bistro table stacked with emptied chip baskets and little saucers of salsa, we sipped smokey mezcal margaritas and talked for hours. I can’t separate those drinks from the happy glimmers of myearly twenties. Thankfully, these are much gentler on my body and come without the side of morning mi-graine, which I consider a generous act of self-love. Doubly so, be-cause this recipe only calls for things that are already on my standard grocery store haul.
