Anyone who has ever questioned that “fruit is nature’s candy” could use either (a) a good lecture, or (b) a persimmon.
With spring arriving as the outdoors’ liberator And nothing but wine in our frat boy refrigerator, A pitcher of sangria seemed quite symbolic, To drink and be merry and amongst flowers frolic. (“At least,” Sarah said, “for an alcoholic.”)
Drink #2 from our alcoholic tea party experiment. This one sits somewhere between a mimosa and a kir royal: it’s light, bubbly, and has a fruity, mellow goodness that’s perfect for brunch!
There were a few factors that culminated in this post: Sarah and I had cabin fever We could have fit a family of six in our extremely empty fridge The rum and tequila on our liquor cabinet had a passionate reproductive affair, meaning the number of bottles we owned had multiplied by about four. (It…