redberry cherry chocolate sangria

Today is my sister’s birthday. I have only one sister and no brothers. I’m going to clarify also that she is my OLDER sister. Even though we pretty much look like twins. The older she(we) get, the more we look alike. It’s freaky.

My sister was the inspiration for this drink which is why I decided to make it for her birthday. She likes wine. She loves chocolate. And she gave me her recipe for a redberry cherry pie that I made and entered into a contest and won a blue ribbon for at our local county fair. So I put it all together and we have redberry cherry chocolate sangria. The redberries are actually red raspberries. It’s just so much easier to say redberry cherry than red raspberry cherry.

I let this drink sit for about an hour in the refrigerator to let the fruit mix with the liquor and break down a bit. Plus I like my wine and sangria cold. Even if it’s red wine.

The wine I used is just a simple red table wine. Not too sweet, not too dry and I liked the name of it…Fancy Pants. That’s what I always say when I talk about my expensive camera I still haven’t remotely figured out how to use. My “fancy pants” new camera.

My boyfriend’s mom got me a flavored vodka sampler pack for Christmas. I couldn’t wait to try all of the flavors. I used one called red berry vodka in this drink. A raspberry or cherry flavored vodka would work just as well if you can’t find redberry.

Redberry cherry chocolate sangria
1oz white crème de cocoa
1oz redberry vodka
2oz gingerale
5 red raspberries
5 cherries (I used frozen cherries, thawed)
red wine
Fill glass with berries and cherries. Pour in vodka and crème de cocoa. Fill glass til 3/4 full with red wine. I let it chill in refrigerator for about an hour then topped off the glass with gingerale.

My sister and I never really fought growing up. Even when we shared a bedroom for 18 years. She never did care about turning on the lights and turning up the radio at 6 am while I was still sleeping. Or talking on the phone or fighting with her boyfriend on the phone for 3 hours while I tried to go to sleep. Or telling me I was adopted and making me cry because she knew I would believe her. Oh and how about that time she left for college and I moved all of her shit out of our room and she returned 10 days later and lived at home (still sharing a bedroom) while she went to a local university. It’s all good though because even when I complain I would still never ever trade all of those late night talking and giggling sessions we used to share or how we just always tolerated each other and always got along. I love you sissy! And Happy Birthday Nay Nay!!!