Tom and I both feel a kinship with the Southwest, so it’s no surprise we both like a fiery burst of flavor in our food. Not the four-alarm blaze that makes your eyes water. I’m talking about a tangy accompaniment that is just enough of a solo performer to make a familiar taste new again, and such is the case here with the dependable margarita. I’m passionate about ginger. My husband can wax poetic about the kick of a ripe jalapeño. Together, these two ingredients pack an invigorating punch. There’s just enough tang to energize this potion without having to worry you’re going to get burned. The tequila mellows out things, so the heat lies on your tongue but doesn’t overpower your taste buds.