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Mouton gets the award for lushest swag of the year:
The hearty canvas of the bag they sent me with the accompanying insulated sleeve and picnic throw scream “I am solid! But also pink! So!”
And so.
So I had myself a little indoor picnic because I like to celebrate small goth victories like the clouds of Los Angeles’ June gloom.
Not pictured: pistachio cake with pistachio frosting, lemon curd, and milk crumb topping.
Oh wait here’s a picture. It’s ugly though.
There’s a reason this blog is called Scrumptious GRUEL:
I could go on about the marvelous things I make from the Momofuko Milk Bar cookbook but let’s get to the rosé.
Here’s what you’ll feel in a bottle of Mouton Cadet Rosé:
Raspberries and stones. running streams. Strong love. An embrace with vigor. Which is my favorite type of embrace.
Vigorous.
Damn that’s a great word.
More stony up front perhaps a masquerade of the masculinity assumed with Bordeaux yet label and swag is pink but masculine pink and I do maintain real men wear pink.
And so do real goths.
Humble request for someone to make a Venn diagram of goth, toxic masculinity, pink, mental health, and…last one is your call.
Go!
Scrumptious Gruel 