Let's just say, I may have started the Cocktails Across America puzzle in the middle of the US simply to get some tequila in my belly.
New Mexico's drink - on the puzzle, at least - was one of the only ways I can stomach grapefruit juice: mixed with tequila. Who doesn't love that lip-puckering, jaw tightening tartness when it's mixed with a little smooth agave love known as the Paloma? 
See, here's the funny thing about this puzzle. I seriously doubt the drinks depicted on this map are really THE drink of each state. As an example. Wyoming's is a boilermaker. Um, no. Not really. I've lived there for the majority of my life and I think if a beer drink was the state drink, it would be a red beer. 
But it makes sense to have one of the best things about Mexico be in the drinks that border our neighbor to the south. A great combination for a Saturday afternoon snack is a Paloma (or two) and guacamole. Sensing a theme?
Paloma's can be as easy or as complicated to make as you want them be. Juice a grapefruit if you want to be fancy, like the above linked recipe suggests. Or pour grapefruit juice into a glass and top with tequila for those days when adulting is too hard. That's what I did. Because pandemic. I did get a bit fancy-pants like and used fizzy grapefruit juice I found in the liquor mixers aisle. Because fridge space.

Moving next door to New Mexico didn't mean I had to switch liquors. Texas likes to do things big and what better way to do big than to tequila. Tequila is all about going big or going home. And if you go big, finding home isn't that easy, but that's another post.
This was the second drink in my cocktail tour of the US but not the first one where I found multiple recipes. I thought Texas's Mexican Margarita was going to be more Bloody Mary-ish based on the red drawing with cherry tomato garnish. But I chose a recipe that is less red and has a different garnish. As you can obviously tell in the pic.
There are yummy tomato margarita recipes out there. And they sound pretty much like their name (tomato juice, sugar, lime juice, tequila). But the recipe I was lucky enough to Google had one of my favorite margarita additions: olives. And this is where I decided to take a little creative license.
Technically the recipe I used is for a Mexican Martini, but because it had (aka Mexican Margarita) behind it, and because I was feely saucy. I chose the below recipe, sort of:
Mexican Martini (aka Mexican Margarita)

• 3 oz. Añejo Tequila
• 1.5 oz. Cointreau
• 1.5 oz. freshly squeezed lime juice
• 0.5 oz. green olive brine
• splash of OJ

Shake the crap of that with ice and pour. This is a total garnish-worthy drink. Olives, baby.
I didn't use aged tequila because I had my loverly bottle of Hornitos plata in the freezer. And I didn't freshly squeeze the lime juice, ain't nobody got time for that. But I did garnish. Because olives are amazing. My go-to margarita in restaurants is an on-the-rocks-no-salt-with-olives one. I sometimes get a raised eyebrow or two, but trust me it's worth it.
So far so good on this jigsaw journey.
I think I'm going East next.

As have the majority of smart people, I’ve been practicing social distancing since March. It’s tiring. Groundhog Day isn’t fun after almost 4 months. We all know that. We saw the movie. Sonny & Cher at 6:30 a.m. wears after probably two days.
We've all found ways to avoid going too stir crazy. Binging "Tiger King". Baking. Gaining the COVID-19. Etc. Etc.
Jigsaw puzzles have been keeping me busy. I’ve done abstract art puzzles. Hamburger puzzles. Cartoon puzzles. But I’m super excited about the current one because it’s more than just a puzzle. It’s a game. A challenge really.

Can you believe my luck? A puzzle all about drinks? Jackpot!
​A cocktail for every state? Oh man, oh man. Groundhog Day can come for 50 more days.
I decided to make as many of the drinks as I can while doing the puzzle. Talk about a match made in heaven, right? Jealous yet?
​I mean, heck, what better way to self-isolate than to drink my way through the country. In PJs. Not needing to shower. And not having to smell the semi-rancid peanut smell from the local dive bar. Although, truth be told, I strangely miss that.
Looking at the map o' beverages, I'll admit some of them are new to me. I've sucked down my fair share of Mai Tais and Manhattans. And more than my fair share of Mint Juleps (at least for one sitting) but WTH is a Persephone? I thought she was a tragic Greek figure, but it appears she is also THE drink in West Virginia.
​And Indy car driver Janet Guthrie. Well, according to Indiana's drink, she's refined now. I'm not sure why she has to have a modifier, but when I get to that state, I'll let you know if the Refined Janet Guthrie can go 0 to 60 - or at least down my gullet - in less than 5 seconds.
Stay tuned.

During this pandemic, I have been social distancing. My friends will tell you I have been social distancing my whole life and to stop pretending it's a new thing. My few chosen friends understand I am just not interested in human interaction, and they love me anyway, which is why I love them. This pandemic has benefitted me that way. I am not particularly fond of people, especially people who might have COVID not 1 though 18. I just have to say that the pressure of making plans and then cancelling them is now off; I don't even have to pretend to make them. I just say "Hey, there's a pandemic on - I won't be coming to your COVID gathering, you asymptomatic carrier, you." I don't actually say that; that'd be shitty. I just don't make plans. It's a huge weight off.  I am completely off the subject; I'll try again.
Because I am neurotic and paranoid, the natural social distancing aspect of my personality has come alive. I rarely ever go out of my house. I do, however, sojourn to the liquor store when necessary, or I have someone else go for me. PotAto Potahto. Either way, my supply line has not been interrupted. I love Nicole at my local liquor store, and she knows I hate people, so it's a win-win to go there. She doesn't even mind that I wear my mask and act like she has the plague, which she might. Who's to know. 
This past outing to the grocery and liquor store netted me another bottle of Aviation Gin. As D has said in the past, I adore gin. Not all gins. Just the ones I perceive as not horrific. Took me awhile to find some of them, but find them I did. Aviation is one of the select few. My drink of choice is a G & T, so the gin has to be good because that's what's important. Side note: One time I watched an episode of some show about addiction and the woman was an alcohol addict and her drink of choice was this incredibly awful, rock-gut, juniper-soaked, nasal-passage burning, throat-dissolving gin; and she drank 1.5 liters of it every day. EVERY DAY. I always wondered how she powered that past her gag reflex. Just ew. She recovered by the way. Just FYI. 
I grab my new Aviation Gin, and it has a tag around the neck of the bottle with a picture of one of my favorite Canadians, Ryan Reynolds, on my American Gin. MimosA. MimOsa.
​On the back of the tag are two suggested recipes for this gin. Neither are a G & T. WT literal F. Seriously? Anyway, I figure I have nothing to do for the next six months, so what the hell. I'll try them. Here's my experience.