Monera Mason is a mischief-maker.  Her work includes: starting questionable cults with notorious software gurus, writing abstract fiction, catalyzing shenanigans which she deploys on unsuspecting bystanders in the City of Neon. 

Bimbos in Blue Aprons

I made your Beef Ragu for my husband last night and he was like so mad at me.  He told me it was really yucky and he couldn’t believe I let him put something so gross in his mouth. Now I feel like the worst wife ever and I was forced to sleep on the couch.  

It was mushy and what is with your guys love of kale. It tastes like sour lettuce.  It was very strange in the dish like a green sea monster drowning in an ocean of mediocre red sauce. Texture not enhanced. DISSS GUST TING!.  

Also why cheddar?  I have dated like a lot of Italian guys. A LOT.  No one uses cheddar in a ragu. How could this be a favorite?  Only if you grew up on Chef Boy R Dee would this be considered good?  

He called his mom and she brought us leftovers.  So humiliating.  I thought Blue Apron was supposed to make me look good so that when I serve my man he is happy.  And he says thanks babe for the great dinner.  Then I get my allowance.  GAWD!  Wife is SOOOOoooOOOOoooOO hard!

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