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The Sangria recipe is potent indeed, but your thirst for Spaniards having been satisfied made me laugh out loud. Oh, Michael! 😂

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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.

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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.

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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.

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I’m flattered. Be my guest.

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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. 🥂

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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.

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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. 😉)

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Me, too.

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Let’s be best friends. 🤗

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We're on our way.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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I like your way of thinking, John.

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Like what you did there with Sin Sangria but must admit The White Corpuscle has a sing-songy Halloween vibe to it.

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I would drink this, doubled-down oranges and all.

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Now THAT is saying something. Thank you!

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That’s the best intro to a sangria recipe I’ve ever read. Kudos, sir!

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Thank you!

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Holy Hell...I had to go back and watch that scene. I remembered why I never liked Sangria.

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Because of the Spanish houseguest?

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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.

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were you reading my diary?

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If one writes a diary, one secretly wants one's diary to be read.

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true dat...#visualvoyeurs.

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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??

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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.

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*Chants “obliviate” while making the potion*

*Checks the comment section again*

“Dammit”

*Chants “obliviate” while making the potion*

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Keep trying. I 'm rooting for you.

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