04/06/2026
The Garden Table - An Evening of Southern Hospitality
I can still see my father putting the pickled watermelon rind in the Waterford crystal bowl before guests arrived. They were always a showstopper. Pickled pole beans also made an appearance. Dessert was often a decadent pineapple cheesecake, with 5 packages of cream cheese - that detail always sticks in my mind - made by Mom and me.
Not a restaurant version of the American South. Not something reduced to barbecue sauce and clichĆ©s. Iām talking about the food I grew up around: sharp relishes, warm spices, pickled things, and dishes that travelled from the South to Brooklyn through the hands of an elegant Virginian woman.
What Iāve been doing across Southern cooking techniques and the condiments that hold so much of the flavour together has led me somewhere bigger: to a modern Southern pantry. A pantry system, really.
One that goes beyond preserves and condiments as things you open once and leave at the back of the fridge. Iām interested in jars and bottles that become part of how people cook: folded into dressings, brushed onto grilled fish, tucked into sandwiches, served with eggs, used with vegetables, meats, beans, leftovers - the everyday things that become better when the pantry is doing some of the work.
Iām thinking of creating a warm, open, hospitable table - a supper club for the people I think will understand it first: London food lovers, supper-club regulars, fans of Southern cuisine, people who enjoy intimate, story-led dining. Vibes.
I want to deliver something that is different from what you get in most restaurants - not a generic āSouthernā menu, but a personal one. A table built around memory, technique, preservation, seasonality, and the way a good pantry can carry flavour through an entire meal.
DM or comment below if youād be interested.
Photo - Daddy and me setting the table.