Jose Would Be Proud...

Over the weekend, we ventured up North to see Paul's extended family. On Friday night, Auntie 1* and her daughter produced ingredients to make a prickly pear margarita. (The tequila was not Jose, but came in a fabulously obscene bottle!) Once they had cut the pear in half, they realized it was full of seeds, and would need strained. But Grandma did not have a sieve like device. After a few minutes of deliberation, and pantomime in trying to figure out what sieve like device we were talking about, the option of using a pair of pantyhose was considered. And ultimately that is what happened. And my only question (after two margaritas) is: Were they CLEAN pantyhose? *Names not given to protect the guilty!