I made this strawberry-kiwi sangria for the second time this past weekend. When looking for a sparkling wine, my main consideration was cheap, but the one I found had the added bonuses of a strawberry flavor and a screw-off, screw-on cork. It still gave a thunk when I opened it last night. Not the original THUNK, but a thunk nonetheless. Works for me.
By last night, the fruit had been steeped in alcohol for over 48 hours. After I drank the wine, I enjoyed those strawberries and kiwis in the bottom of the glass. Setting it on the coffee table, I turned to my husband.
“Every summer…” I began.
“Every summer, you should soak fruit in vodka?” he finished my sentence.
(It’s rum and wine. Not vodka.)
How did he know what I was about to say?
I threw my book at him.
(Emma: A Modern Retelling. Amusing. Well done. Not for children.)
“I’m done with you! You know all my jokes. All my punch lines. I need to find somebody else who thinks I’m funny.”
The man had to wipe away his tears of laughter. Of course, he was laughing at his own cleverness. He then suggested it would make a great breakfast, and started singing a Wiggles song: Fruit Salad.