September 2025 Vol. Nº23
As September creeps in, the inescapable chill in the evening breeze tells us that the season has officially come to a close. There is no denying it, the shift is happening. Has happened. Autumn is inevitable. It is in the early days of the month that the moody romance of the coming season beckons to my soul like a perfect novel meant for cozy nights curled up by the fireplace. And while my mind has turned to my most favorite time of year, hints of summertime continue to come in flashes, like a dream that escapes our memory upon waking. Xx
Get Inspired
Like a daydream, this delicate swan swimming on a bed of whipped cream, meringue and plum sauce will invite you into a dessert-time fairytale.
With a tablescape dressed in bursts of sunshine, a menu celebrating the final flavors of summer and a gathering of the best of friends, this dinner party celebrates this season’s finale perfectly.
A collection of bites influenced by the flavors of the upcoming season, this girl dinner is filled with fall feasting inspo and hopeful holiday party treats.
“Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”
Inspired summer sendoffs
A collection of musings and inspiration meant to say farewell to one season as we begin to embrace the next. With enchanted pavlovas and a final dinner to celebrate the fruits of summer, the September edition of Le Supper Club is here to remind you that Autumn is the richest season.
A Blue Swan Pavlova
Autumn is, without a doubt, my favorite season and yet, there is a twinge of sadness in my heart as we bid adieu to summer. The memories collected this season have been beyond wonderful. My heart is still warm from days spent under the European sun and my soul forever hums with the song of cicadas and al fresco nights. There is an effortless, unique beauty to it all. Memories of summertime rest differently on my heart, scorched in my mind through sunflared squints and flashes of moments that feel more like someone else's life than my own. And in turn, my farewell to the season feels more palpable than others. Summer days slipping into autumn nights are undeniable, regretful in a way. As though you did not live enough. Do enough. Almost desperate. A feeling like it may never happen again. In contrast, the transition from autumn to winter and spring to summer feels more gentle. Quiet. The change comes on slowly, like waking up on a Sunday morning. But the end of summer… It feels dramatic.
The Fruits of Summer — A Farewell Dinner.
As the September light washes over the lingering days of summer, I am reminded just how perfect each season can be. The final flush of the garden with its determined blooms and the concluding burst of produce all write the closing sentences to the chapter entitled ‘summer’, a season facing its final bow of the year. These quiet days before the arrival of autumn are full of splendor and reflection. A collection of moments to be transformed into memories, flavors begging to be preserved and safely tucked away, patiently waiting to be cherished once life has settled into the depth of our upcoming season of hibernation. September is a beautiful finale… A golden tasseled curtain call for summer.
Flirting with Autumn - The Story of a Chic Snack Plate
In the early days of September, the essence of autumn begins to take hold. As we drift into this next season, I am keeningly aware that my palate has savored its final drops of summer while daydreams of crackling fires, mugs of hot cider and the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot begin to take shape. Summertime was full of sunkissed afternoons and salty sea breeze evenings, a beautiful collection of moments preserved in my heart for seasons to come. But soon, the aperol spritz will be replaced by le chocolat chaud, tan lines will fade under chunky knit sweaters and cheeks will be rosied by crisp morning air rather than flushed by the heat of the sun. Simply put, it is my most favorite time of the year.
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”