STORIES
Explore Every Day
Pinpointing the extraordinary in the routine. Getting lost in the complexities of the many things we take for granted. Finding the common ground that connects us all.
Cardoon
Each guest winemaker paired their wine with a course of the menu, and had the chance to share its story at the table while pouring. We got to not only enjoy great wine and food, but the chance to sit down and share a thoughtful meal with the people who grew the grapes, walked the vineyards, and meticulously checked the ferment to make each beautiful, place-based vintage.
Foraged & Found
At the end of a dirt road, down a winding path, past a burbling stone fountain, in a clearing bordered by draping oaks, we gathered outside of The Wildflower Barn in the heart of Texas Hill Country. We felt like we had discovered a secret garden, and set the table among the bright blooms of springtime wildflowers.
Sobremesa
Unfortunately, some excitable fire ants changed our plans mid-morning, sending us away from the tree line and onto main ceremony lawn for Supper. By the end of the night, we were thanking those fire ants for correcting us! Our fountain-side table offered a perfect view of a fiery fall sunset — something worth moving the table many times over.
Flor
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.
False Alarm
The hard-lined geometry of the building’s brick contrasted beautifully with lace and linen tablecloths lined with edible fruits and vegetables in rich fall colors, persimmons and squash and pomegranates creating a cornucopia to welcome the festive season still to come (all of which we donated to a local food pantry post-event).
Outskirts
The light turned gold and filtered through the pecan trees as the quiet conversation at the table grew louder, bolstered by good food and wine and hours spent together as once strangers now became burgeoning friends. Time seemed to stretch out as everyone lingered over final sips of their Maker’s Mark cocktails and told one more good story, not wanting to break away to filter back to the big red barn on the horizon, wanting to stay here, in this moment made together on the outskirts of the trees.

