Sangrita Layer Cake

The neighborhood pool is open. Your grill is fired up. And I’ve rolled my Slip ‘N Slide Double Wave Rider out on the front lawn.

Summer has officially arrived.

Which can only mean one thing:  you’re going to need something a little more interesting than a box of wine or basket of weenies to bring to the next picnic, potluck or pool party. Allow me to humbly suggest trying a Sangrita Layer Cake with Citrus Meringue Frosting and Agave Crunch on for size.

In case you’ve never tried it, sangrita is not to be confused with sangria. They’re both fruity and they both start with an ‘s’ and end in an ‘a’, but the similarities end there.

Traditional sangrita preparations are designed to be a non-alcoholic compliment to a straight shot of tequila blanco. While there are many recipes for sangrita floating around out there, most include a base of sweet citrus juices paired with ground chiles or hot sauce for heat. Variations can include pomegranate juice, mango juice, cucumber and even fresh chiles.

Much modern sangrita is made with tomato juice and, although purists may turn their nose insisting that the red color of the drink should come from freshly ground chile powder instead of tomato juice, I personally prefer the tomato juice variation and I’m sticking with it.

This layer cake is based on a modern sip of sangrita. Don’t freak out about the tomato – I’ll hold your hand and talk you through it.

The thing about tomatoes is that they actually are really sweet, especially in the summer. Don’t you agree?

And when you pair them with fresh, sweet citrus juices and, you know, put some frosting on top, there’s really nothing to be scared of.

The naturally bright orange color hiding underneath the glossy white frosting is a bonus.

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Corona Blondies

I’ve always considered myself to be someone who follows the rules.

I mean the important ones. I’m totally OK with ripping the tags off of my pillows and wearing gobs of white after Labor Day.

But the important ones, yes. I guess that’s just how I was raised.

The down side that I have found in following the rules is that you come to expect that everyone else is doing the same. And when someone breaks the rules, it can catch you by surprise. Making that face. That ‘I totally can’t believe he/she just did that’ face.

My neighborhood has a rule that dogs must be walked on their leashes. Maybe your neighborhood has a rule like this.

So there I was yesterday afternoon walking in my little neighborhood with my little dog at the end of a little leash.

All of a sudden, a streak of pink lightening flashed and I found myself staring down the muzzle of an extremely vocal, unattended Yorkie.

She was adorned in a coordinated series of little pink bows.
She had better hair and nails than I have.
She was coming after my poor, leashed doggie and I.

I was so surprised by this development that I snatched up my dog (he has requested to remain anonymous for reasons that should be eminently clear) and began backing into the flora lining the sidewalk.

The pink bows were advancing.
I was retreating.
And my back was up against a row of cacti.
I will refer you to the seat of my yoga pants for confirmation.

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