From the sexy and mystical opening I never expected its delightful end
with an authentic and potent recipe for Sangria. Ole!
Labor Day weekend is taking a delicious detour, thanks to you, Michael. These times demand a potion of enlightenment or oblivion. Which may be one and the same thing.
I am going to find a way to casually slip the phrase "sexy and mystical opening" into conversation at least once over the weekend, if you'll be kind enough to let me borrow it.
I love how you weave old memories into current stories. Fabulous.
I’ll respectfully disagree about sangria as a red-wine only situation; I make one from a rosé that was learned in Spain, and is truly a love potion.
However, I will agree that many sangrias are subpar at best, and a dumping ground for stale booze and limp fruit and worst. Good sangria, however, is worth the effort – and the good ingredients. 🥂
I think I'd better not battle the Spanish on this topic, and I'll have you know I would absolutely--and gladly-- knock back a few rosé concoctions, even though I may grumble quietly about the name.
It’s entirely possible I may have been hanging with a rogue Spaniard when I learned of pink sangria. Regardless, of its potentially shady origin, it’s a terrific thirst quencher of sunny patio afternoons. (And I like rogues. 😉)
How refreshing to come across a sangria that doesn't look as if Carmen Miranda* had drowned in it. I don't know how or when sangria (as served in many American establishments) became a floating roadside fruit stand, but the madness needs to stop!
The photography, in addition to the writing, is quite lovely! I want one of those orange slices. Now.
*C.M. is on my mind at the moment. Last night, through a stream-of-consciousness series of events that began with my learning that a certain social media site is now banned in Brazil, I ended up watching over and over again *that* clip from the Jimmy Durante Show. What a trouper. I raise my glass of sangria in salute to her!
I would however suggest a different name for that heretical version made without red wine - Sin Sangria. Not translating it also works quite nicely I think.
While writing this, I read all about the actress who plays Pijma the mystic Valeska Gert. FASCINATING. She was punk rock 50 years before punk rock. A Dadaist who expressed things like car crashes and orgasms through the medium of dance in the 1920. Opened a cabaret in NYC where Jackson Pollock and Tennessee Williams worked. She fired Williams because he refused to share his tips with the other busboys. And yet he acted as a character witness for her simply because he really liked her.
I was just about to make coffee when I read this and now wish I had started a batch of your sangria last night because I am in the mood for it RIGHT NOW. It's a Monday, manic or not, and a holiday to boot. Why not??
Why not indeed! I went to a small party the day after posting this and my friend Jen brought enough sangria to quench the Spanish Armada. Not my recipe, but absolutely delicious.
The Sangria recipe is potent indeed, but your thirst for Spaniards having been satisfied made me laugh out loud. Oh, Michael! 😂
Honestly, it only took one Spaniard to do the trick. Sometimes, I just like to pretend I'm more like what the mystic told Giulietta to be.
From the sexy and mystical opening I never expected its delightful end
with an authentic and potent recipe for Sangria. Ole!
Labor Day weekend is taking a delicious detour, thanks to you, Michael. These times demand a potion of enlightenment or oblivion. Which may be one and the same thing.
I am going to find a way to casually slip the phrase "sexy and mystical opening" into conversation at least once over the weekend, if you'll be kind enough to let me borrow it.
I’m flattered. Be my guest.
I love how you weave old memories into current stories. Fabulous.
I’ll respectfully disagree about sangria as a red-wine only situation; I make one from a rosé that was learned in Spain, and is truly a love potion.
However, I will agree that many sangrias are subpar at best, and a dumping ground for stale booze and limp fruit and worst. Good sangria, however, is worth the effort – and the good ingredients. 🥂
I think I'd better not battle the Spanish on this topic, and I'll have you know I would absolutely--and gladly-- knock back a few rosé concoctions, even though I may grumble quietly about the name.
It’s entirely possible I may have been hanging with a rogue Spaniard when I learned of pink sangria. Regardless, of its potentially shady origin, it’s a terrific thirst quencher of sunny patio afternoons. (And I like rogues. 😉)
Me, too.
Let’s be best friends. 🤗
We're on our way.
How refreshing to come across a sangria that doesn't look as if Carmen Miranda* had drowned in it. I don't know how or when sangria (as served in many American establishments) became a floating roadside fruit stand, but the madness needs to stop!
The photography, in addition to the writing, is quite lovely! I want one of those orange slices. Now.
*C.M. is on my mind at the moment. Last night, through a stream-of-consciousness series of events that began with my learning that a certain social media site is now banned in Brazil, I ended up watching over and over again *that* clip from the Jimmy Durante Show. What a trouper. I raise my glass of sangria in salute to her!
I know of the tragic event of which you speak (or at least hint), but have never seen it.
I just read the first sentence of your comment aloud to two of my friends. It was extremely well received by everyone, including myself.
Sangria with white wine is all the rage in Spain right now...but I understand your linguistic predicament, even while they seem to be ignoring it.
If I start an argument with a Spaniard about sangria, I am almost certain to lose, and now I don't know what to do with myself.
Nicely done Michael.
I would however suggest a different name for that heretical version made without red wine - Sin Sangria. Not translating it also works quite nicely I think.
I like your way of thinking, John.
Like what you did there with Sin Sangria but must admit The White Corpuscle has a sing-songy Halloween vibe to it.
I would drink this, doubled-down oranges and all.
Now THAT is saying something. Thank you!
That’s the best intro to a sangria recipe I’ve ever read. Kudos, sir!
Thank you!
Holy Hell...I had to go back and watch that scene. I remembered why I never liked Sangria.
Because of the Spanish houseguest?
While writing this, I read all about the actress who plays Pijma the mystic Valeska Gert. FASCINATING. She was punk rock 50 years before punk rock. A Dadaist who expressed things like car crashes and orgasms through the medium of dance in the 1920. Opened a cabaret in NYC where Jackson Pollock and Tennessee Williams worked. She fired Williams because he refused to share his tips with the other busboys. And yet he acted as a character witness for her simply because he really liked her.
were you reading my diary?
If one writes a diary, one secretly wants one's diary to be read.
true dat...#visualvoyeurs.
I was just about to make coffee when I read this and now wish I had started a batch of your sangria last night because I am in the mood for it RIGHT NOW. It's a Monday, manic or not, and a holiday to boot. Why not??
Why not indeed! I went to a small party the day after posting this and my friend Jen brought enough sangria to quench the Spanish Armada. Not my recipe, but absolutely delicious.
And just as lethal.
*Chants “obliviate” while making the potion*
*Checks the comment section again*
“Dammit”
*Chants “obliviate” while making the potion*
Keep trying. I 'm rooting for you.