When I met Sangria, she was a hardcore party girl. Amped up with any alcohol within reach. Carrying the weight of oversized orange and apple chunks. Swimming in a large cooler, foregoing a bowl or pitcher. Jumping into plastic cups gripped by eager med school students. I saw through this bawdy facade, but kept my impressions off the radar. She was the life of the party … [read more]
From Palate-to-Pen
