It’s all DC’s fault, really. DC takes normally caring individuals, fresh out of colleges where “see you in the dining hall” means just that, and turns them into flaky, busy-for-busyness’s-sake Metro lackeys.
Too harsh? Perhaps. But imagine my dismay when I come home to one night of highly anticipated relaxation after many full evenings to find that [gasp!] the one time I opened a good bottle of wine (not Two Buck Chuck, which I love, but come on), it has gone bad.
Thinking back, I now know that it has been almost two weeks since the uncorking. Of course it’s gone bad. I railed against DC, making me into one of these business-casual paper pushers, one of these go-home-before-the-last-Metro buzz-kills at parties, just a member of a faceless mass…no no no! Of course, I am none of those things. No one is, entirely.
Thankfully, I got some good advice from a friend, and I’m going to pass it on to you: just make sangria! If life changes your plans and makes them vinegary and boring, stir that pot and make it something unexpected and sweet. Not to sound too much like a self-help book, but smile.
Now for my own personal sangria recipe. I observed a vat of sangria being made in a cave in Madrid. Don’t believe me? I smile at you.
In a large bowl, mix 1 part brandy, 1 part grenadine, 5 parts sugar, 5 parts lemon soda, 5 parts club soda, and a lot of wine. Add chopped apples and oranges. Steep, serve over ice.
Or, if you are in dire straights like I was today, just add chopped fruit, sugar, and club soda to said wine, and serve over ice. Take a large gulp. Enjoy.