You can thank my god-daughter Morgan** for this never-before shared Sangria recipe. 
She wanted Sangria for her birthday and I can’t say “no” to her. At least not about important life skills like knowing how to make Sangria.
I have modified the recipe down from the traditional serving size of 1 Bucket, since Morgan doesn’t want a whole bucket of sangria for her birthday. Obviously I haven’t had enough influence on her. While the scaling down of the recipe has had some other subtle impacts on resulting Sangria, it is still damned tasty!
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I'm hoping to scan many of these slides to be able to share them with my family.
So far I've only been able to reproduce them by holding them and rephotographing each slide, but I have recently been given a slide duplicator and if I can find the right adapter should be able to do this a lot more quickly and cleanly.
Here are the one's I've done so far: Grandpa's Slides
11 new laying hens are growing up on the island... starting in a cardboard box.
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Woke up at Di’s and started checking prices of flights home. (The other one.) Then I grabbed my gear and hit the road. COLD walk home in the wind and sun, though it was fairly easy.
When I got to the shore I saw Bandit standing on the cliffs, looking terribly romantic and wind swept (for a dog.) She moved around the island like a Queen, but came to me immediately when I called her. It looks like she unhooked her snib – nothing broken and it was easy to hook her back up.
She was loose for a while – some footprints are ice indentations, others more like brand new tracks in the snow. There were 2 bunches of feathers without chickens – one that looks identical to the the golden rooster, and another that is white and red (likely from a hen). But another rooster seems to be missing too.
Found the remaining chickens and one rabbit hiding under the yurt platform, which was surrounded by dog tracks.
Waiting until morning to make a call on how much carnage was wreaked. You can take the dog out of the wild, but you can't take the wild out of the dog.
U p early and cooking – literally. Used the sweet dough to make 2 cinnamon loaves – one horseshoe shaped and the other snail or turban shaped. Both baked up beautifully. I also chopped up some onions and meat chunks to prep for a frittata. Tossed in a handful of the Bulk Barn’s dehydrated vegetables which perfectly complemented the frittata.
Mark called at 0930 to say he & Peggy were headed over, which gave me time to wrap a couple of presents, clean up a bit and set the table (complete with mandarins and gingerbread puppies)
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It’s beautiful out. Big fluffy clouds falling from the sky onto big fluffy mounds on the ground. Kind of moody inside until Di called and allowed me to apologise for being a self-centered ass. (perhaps this is why all my self-portraits have me looking annoyed – self-annoyed.) All is well I think, I hope, and fingers-crossed I have learned a few things.
Did a little work with Meatloaf & Pork Pie in an attempt to get them used to working with me since we’ll be hauling a lot of dog food across the river tomorrow. I took the “2 best behaved dogs” and put them onto the “fastest sled” and ended up with 2 dawdly puppies and walking most of the way across the river. Perhaps because the dogs kept rolling around in the new fallen snow rather than pulling.
I got off the sled mid-river, went around to untangle them and lead them for a little while. As I uttered the words “come on boys”. They took off – WHOOSH! I was left in the powder as Meatloaf and Pork Pie zoomed off to the shore.
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Not as cold as I would like this morning but the river is good. As good, or better, than my last crossing. The ice was very slick and slippery which made for a very slow crossing. Left the island at 0900 arrived at shore 1000.
It took longer to cross the river than to get to town. Arrived 1040 for breakfast with dad at Reggie’s. We’ve been sharing breakfasts at Reggie’s since I was a baby.
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Lots of barking last night, so while I am crusty, the river isn’t even solid. There is a think eggshell covering on about 3-4 inches of slush which is on top of the existing ice. Definitely no crossing today but a cold night will firm that mess up to a 6-8” thick surface. Very encouraging for tomorrow, but not today.
The car I’ve been using when I’m able to cross the river was a loaner from friend’s who were trying to sell it. The idea being that me driving it about town with a big “SALE” sign in the window might generate some interest. Well it seems to have worked. I just got a call telling me they have sold the car. Great news for them, less great news for me.
No access to a car on the shore makes it especially challenging to get things done. Especially since it looks like I’ll be around until at least mid-January trying to get things squared away for island-sitting. Cathy called later in the day to say they had arranged with the new buyer to let me use the car for the next week or so. Phew!
Spent some time pondering the difference between journalism and news. Threw in the evolution of blogging as journalism just to make it a more interesting ponder.
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Woke to a grey day – let me rephrase that – woke to a very grey day. The weather is again on the flop side of it’s flip-flopping. +2º when I awoke, new snow but a spittering of rain falling before the sun rose… or more accurately before the grey got backlight.
The river looks pretty good from here – though damp. As long as there is no more rain this should only strengthen the ice.
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