Sangria

I don’t know what happens to me when I go to the market in the summer; I see all those crates filled with summer fruits just bursting with flavor and something overtakes my common sense and I end up buy enough to feed an army. I think that the market bewitches me. In the moment, the amount of fruit I buy seems perfectly reasonable. Once I return home (and whatever spells the market has placed on me starts to wear off) I realize that my family and I could not possibly consume that much fruit before it turns from perfectly ripe to rotten.

Hating waste even a single portion of these summer gems means I need to get creative. It was just this type of moment that