Picnic Season - June 2025 Vol. Nº20
I have summer on my mind – Flirty dresses and afternoon picnics. Sundrenched apéros and warm twilight desserts. The scent of sunscreen and salty air. Warn in leather sandals and sun kissed skin. This is a season I appreciate in the moment. Like a bite of a sun ripened strawberry, it is impossible to replicate or phone in. It must be true and present and a little bit imperfect.
I do not always pine for summer as I do autumn. I have a different type of relationship with summer. But when it begins to peek through, it is a season that is inviting and shining and so very tantalizing. In all honesty, it was the South of France that taught me to appreciate summer. Bit by bit, I have fallen for the joys of this warm weather season through my holidays in Europe. They simply do summer differently there. It becomes a lifestyle. A personality. A way of existing. And it is through those cherished experiences, that I have slowly shaped Le Supper Club and my own life to reflect the beautiful quiet things that have forced me into l'amore dell'estate. Xx
Get Inspired
Sandwiches, wine, cheese and friends… what more could a girl want?
Take a moment to unwind from life with a little treat and a trendy cocktail — Apéro season has never looked better.
A cherry tree, Edinburgh Castle and take away fish and chips… be inspired to create some of your most favorite moments out of the simplest of ingredients.
A dessert worthy of your favorite sundress. Drenched in golden hour light and full of summery flavors, this tiramisu gives the classic staple a run for its money.
“It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.”
Picnic season has arrived.
As a bit of summertime inspiration I have approached the June edition of Le Supper Club to be all about that initial intrigue of the season. The little moments that come together to make summer feel so very special. To capture a bit of that European sunkissed dream with French inspired picnics, summer evening Apéros and a dessert worthy of the Amalfi coast..
I have forever been in love with the classic romance novels, with their tales of wooing and letter writing, dreamy picnics by the sea and petite bouquets of wildflowers gathered on strolls through the countryside, it is as if my dream life is being lived out by these characters. As I have settled more and more into my unconventional adult life, I see how much these fictional moments inspire me. How they have shaped my creativity and my life and how deeply I crave designing imaginative worlds for myself and my guests. It has all woven itself into a space meant for romanticizing seasons and experiences through nostalgia and tales of bygone eras. With summertime creeping in, the desire to build a feminine picnic with classic french faire and bottles of crisp white wine shifted from a faraway fictional daydream to an absolute compulsion. I needed an afternoon of sundresses under the shade of a lemon tree, Parisian inspired sandwiches, a bit of cheese, stone fruit and a salad that would transport me to the South of France.
The French custom of le Apéro is one to be admired – A little moment meant for living… A potential slice of relaxation and connection and a treat that is easily skipped over here in America. I have long been a fan of the practice but I am ashamed to say that I indulge in the tradition far less than I would like. Ultimately, it is an experience that we allow ourselves the pleasure of while on vacation, we become enamored with the simple charm of it all, yet forget to add into our daily lives when reality sets back in. When the work day is done, it is easy to simply fall into the to-dos of the evening, tidying, dinner, night time routine… The moment for one's self is skipped over. Lost in the tasks and procedures. But what if one or two nights a week, instead of jumping into the mindless formula of our day-to-day, we meet a friend for a sweet vermouth or spritz on the way home? Perhaps we host a mini gathering at home before dinnertime? What if we took the time to breathe and unwind…to simply connect...
Lately I describe my life as being perpetually jet lagged. It has become part of my personality in a way. I never seem to know what day it is or what time zone I am in and most nights I wake up not knowing what bed I am in (and not in the way that you are thinking). I love my job and cherish all of the adventures that I am able to embark upon. I know how truly fortunate I am. On the flip side, however, always being on the go, hopping from one hotel to the next and eating every meal out can take a bit of a toll mentally and physically. When at home, I love my routine. I rely on it. Slow mornings with a cup of tea and curling up with the kitties, podcasts and favorite old films to keep me company and a simple bud vase sporting a couple of blooms next to the sink to make doing the dishes feels a little more cheerful. I love creating a little beautiful bubble for myself in my petite space. And when traveling as much as I do, that sense of personal normalcy and comfort is deeply missed. So I have set out to bring a bit of that Le Supper Club influence to my travels. A way to feel a bit more grounded, bringing a bit of creativity and curation to my life… a bit of home away from home.
It is this time of year again. The time when I start to crave riviera vibes, consciously curating a mental transition to a world of airy sundresses, perfectly worn in leather sandals and golden hour treats. I fell madly in love with summer my first July in Southern France. The Mediterranean transformed the meaning of the season for me. There, summer feels more magical, full of warm late night strolls and dripping gelato and salty sun kissed skin. It is an intoxicating way of life and one that I am constantly reminding myself to emulate.
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
Introducing the Pickle Spritz, your newest obsession.
Pickle Spritz
1.5 oz pickle juice
1 oz dry vermouth
Very dry Prosecco or cava
Fresh dill and cornichons for garnish
Fill a large wine glass with ice, pour in pickle juice and vermouth and stir to chill. Add in bubbly, garnish with dill and a cocktail pick of cornichons. Cheers! Xx
