How To Make A Bottled French 75: The Ultimate Picnic Cocktail Move

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You know what I’m not ashamed to admit? I’m a guy who loves a summer picnic. I know that the word conjures up images of, well, girls, mostly. Frolicking in summer dresses and eating little cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off, drinking pink wine and sitting on flowery little blankets. But I can’t help it; I love everything about it. It’s food, it’s drinks and it’s sunshine. What could be better? Personally, I think the word has gone soft and that we need a better, more masculine word than “picnic,” but until one comes along I’ll stick with it.

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