Blood Orange Sangria
Last night we attended “family dinner,” a potluck-style affair with a group of friends who are all Portland transplants. Over steaming bowls of Vegan Clam Chowder and a pitcher of Blood Orange Sangria, we sat around, sprawled out on couches and the hardwood floor, and played catch up.
One by one we filled each other in on the latest and greatest. New projects. Health kicks. Travel stories. Work drama. We always have so much to report.
There was a time where we saw these folks every week. From concerts to TV marathons of The Bachelor, we spent quite a bit of time bouncing between each other’s homes. As cliche as it is, things have changed as we’ve gotten older. We’re (mostly) not in our twenties anymore. We’re all out of school, working full-time, volunteering in the community. A few of us have bought homes. Had children. And all of us are simply more busy. Life seems to get more complicated every year.
Aloha, and welcome to Margaritas In The Rain! My name is Marisa. I live in Hawaii, where I cook approachable food. With an island twist. And yes, I do love drinking margaritas on rainy days. Care to join me?

