Sobremesa Supper with Hops Petunia and Sunday Suppers

Mostly, I write about my kids. Not because I don't have other interests (i do, many), but because mothering is the thing I knew I always wanted. Between career ambitions as a pediatrician, a missionary (yes, really!), ambassador to UNICEF, or creator of a chic Indie mag (none of which has panned out, yet), mothering is the thing I always knew I would do. Where my whole heart would go, before and between and after the rest.


But there's something else that has always been there, just below the surface. The little fantasy, the quiet dream life that floats in and out of my year in and year out: the dream of having a little space--a shop--a bakery or a general store or a confectionary or a flower shop or a blend of all of the above. The details matter less than the mood--the vibe you feel when you are there; It is airy, and light and plant-filled and joyous. It's feminine and hopeful. It is a place you can go to find yourself and loose yourself. You can explore and expand, dream a little. 

Behind the counter (or the pastry bar) at this little shop I stand, smiling and humming or whistling a tune, arranging a bouquet or a platter of gloriously folded doughs, bursting with fruit fillings. There I am, in my little shop, happy. (of course, in the fantasy, someone else pays the bills, takes inventory, and mops the floors....) 


This is the little dream that constantly takes a bake burner to everything-to the books, the articles, and the recipes I spend my days crafting, to my friendships and my family who are so dear, to bills and laundry and letters to write, and most of all to my kids. 

Until one beautiful night in May, when my friend Kelli opened the doors of her wonderland, Hops Petunia, to me and our guests to host a dreamy, flower-filled candlelight dinner for 10. A sobremesa--a night when the wine was poured and the platters passed and the laughter filled the air--and everyone lingered for just a bit longer than usual. The night was inspired by Karen Mordechai of Sunday Suppers, a carryover of the beautiful dinners she once held in her Brooklyn loft and now travel around the world. 


That night, I served the kind of simple, gorgeous, flavorful food I love most under a lattice of flowers and greens. That night, on the summer solstice, we welcomed in the sweetest season that came and went in a flash. 

All that remains are these photos, new friendships and the appetite for more. The little shop that could. A wonderland among wonderlands. 

Thank you, Kelli, and everyone who came to bring the little dream to life. 


**Proceeds from the dinner donated to The Hunger Project ** 

  • Flowers // Kelli Galloway, Hops Petunia

  • Plates // LAIL Design 

  • Photos // Clean Plate Pictures

  • Food Styling // Sarah Copeland

  • Menu // Sarah Copeland + Sunday Suppers 

Emily Wells