Since moving to Maine, we’ve hosted events in beautiful barns and tented shelters, driven inside by the Northeast’s famously mercurial weather. We planned to set the dinner table inside the historic barn for our early summer Supper

With flowers cascading down the staircases, glowy spritzes sweating in the sun, and pastel cocottes and platters from Le Creuset dotting the table, the Boathouse felt like a jewel box bursting with pastel tones as we celebrated the summer solstice, New York City style.

As the evening deepened, the big sky turned technicolor with an incredible sunset. The night ended in the kind of wild darkness that makes you feel small in the vast landscape, without any light pollution to dilute the immensity of the stars. After an evening of amazing connection, no one felt alone in the endless night as they left the pastures together, kicking dirt off their boots on the way back to the bustle of reality in the valley below.

There is a serene beauty to the Hamptons in the shoulder seasons, before the crowds arrive and the summer sunshine reflects blue skies onto whitewashed siding. In the grayer days of spring, the bright green of new growth seems to glow against cloudy skies. It’s much easier, in that light, to remember that while Hamptons is one of America’s most iconic summer playgrounds, it is also one of the country’s great agricultural regions.

On a particularly beautiful late-spring day outside of Austin, when the wildflowers were in full bloom and the very air seemed to vibrate with bursting new life, we headed to the historic 1930’s craftsman bungalow at High Pointe Estate.

A thunderstorm arrived just in time for the first course, giving us dinner and a show with a pretty epic finale — a neon pink sunset that stopped us in our tracks just before dessert.

When the food is this good, we can worry a little bit less about things like weather or whether or not the table is so perfectly set (although we still try our best, every time). But, as rain poured all day the day before the Supper and flooded the lawn outside The Barn at Bedaw Farms, we started to wonder if we’d be able to set the table there at all.

Picture this: winding garden paths lead past bright buds of tropical flowers as seashells crunch beneath your feet. The scent of ripe citrus floats through the air, the lush canopy dampening any sounds from outside, except for maybe some quiet chittering of birdsong. Smoke tangles through the branches of a nearby banyan tree, carrying the sweet scent of charred pineapple…

In the heart of Minneapolis' chic and historic North Loop neighborhood, a winter supper unfolded, transforming the Neu Neu into a culinary haven inspired by the Minnesota Prairie. Renowned Chef Yia Vang

In true Austin fashion for when we come to town, the rain lent its rhythmic accompaniment to yet another enchanting supper, this time at the stunning Windermere Farms. Under the protective embrace of a beautiful tent,