Flavored, blended margaritas are a dime a dozen. Laden with fruity syrups and loaded with added sugar, they often taste more like convenience store Slurpees than sophisticated cocktails. After more than one mango madness-induced migraine, I've learned to order mine...
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Before he was an Iron Chef, before challenging other cooks to a Throwdown, before planning an upscale burger joint, Bobby Flay was a cook with a passion for the flavors of the Southwest—smoky, spicy, fruity. He translated this love of...
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