Every summer, without fail, that first blisteringly hot and sticky Maryland afternoon, all I want is a pitcher of sangria. I know. Don’t freak out, even I’ve had to learn to embrace this habit wholeheartedly (unlike my affection for tequila, which I normally keep on the down low). Critics and hard-core wine snobs may declare […]
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