backyard.

Here's to dreaming about perfect outdoor spaces.  

Literally, this space is perfection.  There is a reason why I think about California on a fairly regular basis. Because only out West can you dine alfresco three quarters of the year.  

I'm envisioning a dinner party where I would serve burrata salads, bourbon sugar steak, and pan con tomate.  We would drink rose. The meal would be followed by rosemary olive oil cake with strawberry compote.  

I could die happy afterwards.  






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