After spending the day in dry and sun-beaten San Gabriel, the Mister and I returned home on Sunday feeling parched, leathery and in need of refreshment. Our life-nourishing refrigerator stingily offered us milk and flat root beer. I was disheartened until I spotted a bag of watermelon I had cut up and the Mexican limes we’d just plucked from my sister-in-law’s tree. I sliced off the watermelon rinds, threw the fruit in a pitcher (about 1/2 a medium melon), and added the juice from one and a half limes. I added about a tablespoon of simple syrup and blended. Served up and garnished with mint, we gulped down our pink drinks greedily, re-filling our glasses until the pitcher was dry and our bodies were wet again. The faux margaritas were the perfect combo of sweet and tart, and the kick of lime was like a shot of adrenaline because we felt energized immediately.