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From Soil to Sand: A Sangria Recipe Story

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This is the journey of Strauss Behre, from soil to sand:

Strauss Behre

Strauss Behre

Strauss Behre grew up on a farm, surrounded by other berries just like him. In their early years,  after the flower stage, they were all green , but as they matured, they turned red. Strauss enjoyed being out in the sun with other berries. He liked the feel of the soil and the occasional refreshing rain.

One day, when he reached the age of maturity, he was picked. Strauss was very excited; he had yearned to get out of the farm, see other places, meet other fruit, and this was his chance! Everyone in his berry community looked forward to this rite of passage. What Strauss did not expect, however, was that the journey would involve certain discomforts. This included being tossed in a box, the box being stacked, then the box being emptied onto a moving belt, and Strauss being washed along with other berries.  Up to this time, the only washing he got was when it rained! Strauss did not like that at all! It made him quite dizzy and the time in the box made him miss the sunshine.  To add to the indignity, Strauss was picked up and scrutinized, then tossed into another box. He was then packed into a much smaller box, which was stacked along with other boxes in a crate. Luckily for him, there were other berries in the small box with him, so he did not feel alone and the trip was pleasant.  The crates went on a long road trip, but because Strauss ‘s box was neatly stacked with other boxes, Strauss could not see anything throughout the journey.

When he was offloaded from the crate with the other berries, the tiny box he was in was placed on a shelf. From his vantage point, Strauss could see other fruits. Some were in boxes like his; others were free standing on other shelves. He would have wanted to socialize and get to know the other fruits, but they tended to keep to themselves and did not seem very social. Before long, his box was picked up by a female shopper and placed on a rolling card along with another box filled with pineapple slices and blueberries. The shopper also picked up a couple of mangos and a bag of grapes, as well as several glass bottles.  Along with the other fruit and berries, Strauss got a good washing after he was taken out of the box by the shopper. Unlike the washing he received immediately after he was picked, this washing was more thorough and Strauss felt he received more individualized attention.  After the washing, Strauss was laid on a cutting board and cut into three pieces. This did not bother him; instead, being in two other pieces allowed him to see more of his surroundings. He befriended two other fruits, a navel orange and a yellow mango, both of whom were twice as large as Strauss. Because of their size, the mango and the orange were cut in more pieces than Strauss was and to Strauss’s delight, his number of new friends quadrupled in no time.  After she finished cutting all the fruit up, the shopper divided the fruit pieces into a few quart-sized tupperware.  Along with pieces of the mango and orange, Strauss met a few grapes, blueberry and pineapple pieces in his container. Most everyone was friendly and excited for their new adventure. A couple of the blueberries, who were not cut because of their small size, kept to themselves.  As the fruit pieces, including Strauss were settling in, brandy was poured into their Tupperware.  It was unexpected but not unpleasant. Strauss noted that the liquid had a cherry taste to it. He vaguely wondered what a cherry piece might have thought of it, had there been any in the Tupperware.  Strauss and his fruit companions were marinated in the Tupperware  and refrigerated overnight.   The following morning, the Tupperware was transferred to a small cooler and was packed in with several of the bottles purchased by the shopper.  They went on a car ride.  A short time later, they arrived at their destination. Strauss could hear ocean waves and seagulls. When the cooler was offloaded and the Tupperware unpacked on a picnic table, Strauss could see (through a small window created by a blueberry and a pineapple piece) they were at a beach with white sand. There were several people around, busy chatting or setting up their tents.  Strauss had never been at a beach before and this was the first time he’d seen sand! It looked very different from the soil he grew up in.   In the far distance, Strauss could see a couple of ponies. Having grown up on a farm, ponies were nothing new to Strauss, but how come they were at a beach?  Strauss did not have much time to ponder this, as the contents of the Tupperware were emptied into a large pitcher, followed by an entire bottle of white wine and an orange liqueur and finished with cubes of ice.  Along with the other fruit, Strauss was then swirled around. Strauss was now infused not only with the cherry-flavored brandy but also with the dessert wine and the orange liqueur.  The content of the pitcher was poured into small plastic cups; each person holding a full cup seemed very pleased with the drink. Strauss was stuck to the bottom of the pitcher, so he did not get poured out yet. When the liquid in the pitcher became low, someone refilled the pitcher with another bottle of wine and sparkling cider this time, and once again, Strauss was swimming with the other fruit pieces inside the pitcher.  When the pitcher was half-empty, the people decided they would all take a dip in the ocean. They left their snacks as well as the pitcher on the picnic table.  Strauss was just about to settle down with the other fruit inside the half-empty pitcher to enjoy a few minutes of peace when tragedy struck.  Strauss saw a pony approach the picnic table and nose around the snacks abandoned by the campers.  The pony then took notice of the pitcher and sniffed it. Strauss marveled at how large the pony’s nostril seemed through the acrylic wall of the pitcher.  Then, Strauss’s world turned upside down as the pitcher tipped over  and the contents spilled on to the picnic table and down onto the sand.  “Aaah,” thought Strauss, “that’s what sand feels like,” right before he saw the pony’s tongue dart out to grab him. After that, darkness.

Below is my sangria recipe:
Carmel’s Sangria Recipe

As the slideshow below illustrates, sangria ingredients as easily portable:

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