About a month ago, John, our son and I went to a Mexican restaurant and I ordered a Sangria.
Ever since then, I’ve been thinking about sangria, trying to figure out what to do about that since in order to enjoy sangria safely, I’d have to have sangria at home. That means I’d have to drink sangria alone. John doesn’t drink much these days, and our son is 6, so he’s no help. Plus I’m on Weight Watchers, my girlfriend across the street is on Weight Watchers, and I’d be trapped, with a pitcher full of sangria calling to me from the refrigerator.
I think I’ll make sangria anyway — tonight, so my sangria is good an cold tomorrow.
Sangria.