Now that Food52’s Managing Editor Brette Warshaw has stocked her First Kitchen, she’s ready to throw parties in it: no-stress weeknight parties for anyone, anytime, and (almost) every kitchen. You’re invited.
Today: A game plan for pretending you’re somewhere else.
Pretending to be somewhere else — or someone else, or something else — is fun. It’s why I throw indoor clambakes, carbonara parties, and tiki parties. It’s why I dream of throwing a party where everyone dresses like ABBA. It’s also why I tell creepy men at bars that my name is Lola and I’m an astronaut.
So let’s pretend, for a moment, that we’re in France. Let’s pretend the sun is shining and the birds are chirping. Let’s pretend we’re on a quilted blanket and drunk on rosé and the Eiffel tower is waving in the background. Let’s pretend we’re living each and every lovely cliché we could possibly think of, and then let’s roll out a blanket on our apartment floors and throw a French-style picnic.