vol #47: horny journalling, long lunches & the good life
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milo:
Hey hotties it’s Milo. I’m a chef, trans person, romantic, general food and booze enthooze, and someone who also just got back from a Europe trip. I’m super excited about being on this newsletter because as an indecisive libra I love to finally have opinions!
hold the phone- hottie alert!
this is the online bit
In the theme of having opinions and writing about them, I wanted to talk about (and maybe shamelessly plug) my negroni fan account turned place for my mind’s food and drink musings: @negroni.gram.
I took a hiatus off instagram for the first nine months of the year to sort some shit out (no I wasn’t pregnant stop asking), and what brought me back was the cup of my brain that runneth over with thoughts and feelings about the food and drink things I felt so passionately about! It’s really nice to know that you’re doing the thing you’re meant to do, but I also think it’s important to be informed about said thing, and to be able to form opinions and talk/write about it. I love having an outlet to do this, and to be vulnerable about it! Because what is food and drink without heart and soul?
Rugby TikToks
Ok please hear me out. I was recently in Paris with Joss and friends for mine and my sister’s birthday (brag). What was also in Paris at the time was the Men’s Rugby World Cup, hence my FYP being full of rugby TikToks. I’m kind of outing myself because we all know how the algorithm works, I also watched Pride and Prejudice recently so I’m trying to be less judgmental, but they really weren’t the brutish boring rugby highlights you’d expect! Half of them were thirst traps for yummy rugby players (hot), and the other half are slo-mo recaps of epic tries with heartstring pulling soundtracks. I’m a sucker for it. My favourite was from an old England vs Japan game where Japan (who nobody expected to win) scores the epic winning try. It made me cry!!! You can’t blame me, who doesn’t love an underdog story?
Monthly Playlists
Sometimes when there’s a lot of something I get overwhelmed and if I can’t see or hear or do it all I don’t even want to try. I used to feel this way about creating playlists. First of all there are too many songs and not enough time to listen to them all, but also, how am I to categorise? Do I go by genre? By vibe??? I sound like a baby, which is why I’m trying to chill out. I’m not a DJ. It’s not that deep. So I started making monthly playlists of whatever I was listening to that month (groundbreaking). Not only has this been incredibly liberating for my categorisation qualms, it has also allowed me to find new music, rediscover music I had forgotten about, and give a permanent little time capsule to the music I love that I can go back and listen to with ease! So if you have ever felt personally victimised by Spotify Wrapped and would like to take matters into your own hands, this one’s for you xx.
this is the irl bit
Amaro
Amaro is a type of digestif from Italy. It’s usually a syrupy, bittersweet liqueur made from herbs, spices, and botanicals, and differs depending on region. Think Aperol and Campari’s late night sibling. Sexy. Delicious. As well as being in France I also did two weeks in Italy (ughhhh literally shut up) and got to try so many yummy amaro. Coming home with me is a bottle of Sardinian amaro called Bomba Carta that uses wild costal herbs and strawberry tree honey, as well as a bottle of Branca Menta, which is Fernet Branca’s mintier (and better) younger brother. Will and Felix spoke about Fernet on their newsletter a while ago, especially about it being mixed with coke (the soft drink) which is super common in South America. My fave pairing with Branca Menta is coffee. It sounds crazy but a shot of this in your iced long black or in an espresso martini will change your life.
Horny journalling
I was away from my partner for six weeks while I was away (hong shoo). In the moments of “difficulty” when it was inappropriate or unfeasible for me to “step away”, I started horny journalling. I was sitting in the European sun eating stone fruit and feeling all too like Elio from Call Me By Your Name, but that peach was not coming to the bedroom with me, and so my only outlet was to put pen to page. It didn’t help that I was also reading a horny cookbook. Or maybe it did. Either way I had so much fun. You can kind of take this anywhere, relive your teenage wattpad fantasies, detail every thought, every breath, your wildest hopes and dreams, what was going to happen when I got back!?! Something to do while you’re away from that special someone… (Gay yearning etc etc.)
so… gay….
Long Lunches and the Good Life
What does it mean to live well? My biggest take away from my trip to France and Italy was the difference in pace, especially noticed for me in eating habits and traditions. For someone who is used to wolfing down my food in a 30 minute break like it’s the first meal I’ve had in a week, a four hour boozy lunch or an hour of aperativo before a three hour dinner was extremely refreshing. Life lived for pleasure! And as I stood over the ancient Sicilian ruins I couldn’t help but wonder, was this my Roman Empire? The search for the Good Life. I think the Romans were onto something, god they knew how to throw a party. It’s a bummer Christianity came around and created all that shame! Surely Jesus liked a party, why else would he turn water into wine?
same time same place next week!