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 ArboretumMore brides should work with purple, makes food look good!

Al Fresco at Zanadu House

The Color of the day is RED