june
solstice, and failure becoming a boon
I canceled May’s supper club. I had only sold four tickets, and accepted it to be what it was for that month. It’s a weird space to be in, asking folks to spend their hard-earned dollars on something many would consider a frivolity. The state of our country and economy is consistently frightening, and I chalk up the lack of ticket sales to this current climate, as well as the general busyness of your lives. I love cooking for my community and offering a singular experience, but I’m not delusional in my thinking that it’s a necessity for anyone.
After the May club was canceled, I was feeling the weight of disappointment in my chest, but also that quiet peace that I had made the right choice. The next morning, a dear friend called me multiple times to wake me up. I answered the phone, groggy on less than four hours of sleep, and she informed me that one of my grail artists, Phoebe Bridgers, was playing a surprise show at Radio Room that night, and I needed to go get in line for a ticket. Within two minutes, head spinning, half asleep, and exclaiming expletives, I was out the door and in my car driving. I had seen the posts online about these pop-up shows she was doing, but dismissed Greenville as an option, because no one ever comes here. Reader, I was so, so wrong. I was number 193 in line to get a wristband, and attended this intimate acoustic show where no phones were allowed, everyone sitting on the floor summer camp style. She played songs I knew, new music that no one else had heard, and cracked jokes, despite being sick enough to warrant a steroid shot the previous day and mug of hot tea an arm’s length away. We laughed, we cried, and we screamed. It was a fever dream of a day and I’m incredibly grateful I got to be a part of something that was so unique, something that felt a lot more like fate than waiting in an online queue only to be beat out by ticketmaster bots. That night, my friend I attended with walked out into the parking lot, still in a dream-state from the day, and took bad photos of the moon.
I was considering not doing a club this month either, but as things go, I’ve had folks ask about it and after some thought... I’ve always wanted to host a solstice party and it’s finally time. I’ll be partnering with A20 market and sommelier Christy Kendig to bring you a dreamy summer night on the longest day of the year. We’ll write intentions that will be burned ceremoniously, cheering and toasting at the time of sunset. The menu is evocative, utilizing the ripest fruits available, inviting you to languish at the table with us. Christy will be offering an á la carte menu for wines, allowing you to pick and choose your pairings, with a few special bottles you won’t find anywhere else.
for the table / balsamic and honey roasted berries, warm with french butter & crusty bread
first / little gem salad with chive-buttermilk dressing, gently pickled shrimp, breadcrumbs
second / gnocchetti sardi, in pomodoro with pork sausage and freshly grated parm
third / white peach and sungold tomato sorbet, basil olive oil, smoked salt
Saturday, June 20th, 7:00pm
A20 Market, 26 Augusta St
See you there?