As we prance gleefully into the Christmas season and don our gay apparel, it is so easy to forget how enthusiastically we embraced the onslaught of pumpkin spice and decorative gourds only two months ago. How quickly the orange and yellow subsides to green and red....
Lest we forget too quickly, Queer Martha is here to remind you of the good ol' days - back in October and November - when you couldn't walk through your dining room without being whacked in the head by a motherfucking mutant squash.
A few weeks ago we revealed the fuscia monstrosity that was the motherfucking gourd dinner invitation (relive the magic here). Well, the party happened according to plan and our guests were out of their gourds with seasonal dishes (see what I did there?). Indeed, we turned this display of festive fall produce:
Into this insane and rather monochromatic buffet:
You might not know how much I love monochromatic meals. The fewer colors the better, that's what I always say. We had more people...
So, I'm in this wine club. I know what you are thinking. You think that wine clubs are just excuses to get drunk on a week night. Maybe that is true. But this is not any wine club. No, this is The Wine Club. We have Powerpoints, ok? And we take notes. Sure, the notes get less and less comprehensible as the night goes on, but there is a record of our meetings. Not anyone can just join The Wine Club. You will be mailed one of our letterpressed invitations with our motto on it:
C'est ici que tout commence, c'est ici que tout continue, que tout évolue.
Yeah, we are not messing around.
Our invitations drying after being letterpressed
Our most recent Wine Club session was about the Gamay grape, a grape that grows primarily in the Beaujolais region of France. If you want to learn about it, too, check out the amazing Powerpoint I made here. There is some intense, earth-shattering animation in that presentation, so make sure to experience it in slideshow mode.
Listen, that McSweeny's story is simply classic. What better way to celebrate all our favorite fall foods than to do so while dodging gourds hanging from the ceiling fan?
A few years ago Rachel and I hosted a fall harvest dinner party with a giant pumpkin in the middle of the table filled with its own flesh turned into delicious velouté. It was surrounded by apples and pears and squash and parsnips and all the goodness that autumn pours out of its cornucopic bosom every year for us to devour. And you know what - no one really cared. No one was really moved by the bounty. No one cared because they weren't forced to face the very fucking realness of this season.
So this year, with the help of McSweeny's, we are prepared to give our guests the catharsis they deserve. It might be painful at times, but this buffet will give you time to reflect of how everything changes and then everything dies and everything is reborn and has to deal with mutant fucking...