Al Fresco is the way to go

Years ago, when I was obsessed with Italy and fantasized about spending a summer in the hills of Santorini with a woman dressed in black stirring a pot of polenta all day, I started calling anything room temperature “al fresco”. There’s been a resurgence this year of this request. Perhaps it’s an omen of an upcoming holiday? Or maybe sternos are becoming a thing of a caterer’s past? A girl can dream… AL Fresco in the Arboretum More brides should work with purple, makes food look good!