The sangria was very good, and I have been asked to share the recipe on the blog, so here it is:
1 bottle Robert Mondavi Cabernet Sauvignon
1 oz Grand Marnier
juice of 1 orange and 1 lemon
8 oz ginger ale
1 orange and 1 apple, diced
Put all these things into a glass pitcher and let them hang around together and grow acquainted for a few hours.
My first thought was that it would be spoiling good wine to do this, but actually it was refreshing and lovely, so go right ahead. Then you slice a baguette and toast it, put out some Port Salut and Gruyere cheese, a few grapes, and some sesame crispbread.
At this point you need Janalisa to come over and do all the rest of work while you hang out with your friends and family drinking sangria and laughing.
If this is not an option, then mix some cream cheese with feta and garlic, add some toasted almonds to fresh pesto, and whip up a little olive tapenade with green olives, kalamari olives, and roasted red peppers. If you have previously made some Spanish cakes, you will find that there is plenty to eat, and everyone will love it.
Does it appear to you that the tapas party had some French and Italian overtones? I cannot argue. And in fact, I think it very likely that future versions of this party at my house will include French cakes rather than Spanish ones, because the Spanish ones were okay, but if you are going to eat butter and sugar, you might as well get French cakes.
While these things took place, the guys hung out in the living room watching football. This gave our household an unfortunate air of segregation, but I am being honest with you, so I will admit it. My husband came and admired Janalisa’s knives, #2 son came in a few times, and Son-in-Law came and ate some tapas, but they can’t do without the football, can they?
At the wedding on Saturday night, there were regular reports of the score.
“Isn’t she sweet? I remember when she was just a little bitty thing!”
“It’s 16 to 6!”
“16 to 6?! Woo hoo!”
#2 daughter had to leave right after the party so she could make it to work this morning at 8:00. #1 son showed up shortly thereafter, having enjoyed his visit to Rhodes. He is contemplating applying there, though he still has a meeting set up with the horticulture guy from the local university.
We were looking at his college stuff, the glossy brochures from the schools he is contemplating. So far, Mizzou has the coolest graphics. And of course the coolest nickname. But my great-grandfather went to Rhodes, #2 daughter’s college was a wonderful experience for her, and the local school is certainly the place to go if he actually wants to study horticulture.
The evening involved relaxing with carry-out pizza and The Thin Blue Line. Today is the last day of #1 daughter and Son-in-Law’s visit, and then we will be back to our usual non-frolicsome state.