My friends’ bachelorette parties tend towards good food, wine and sunny environs. For this I’ll count myself ever blessed. The typical cakes and props are nerve wracking, the mandatory headgear humiliating. Head garb ought to be a no-go zone for social coercion. Thank goodness the tasteful trend continued this weekend. We began my dear friend Amy’s festivities with a winery picnic lunch, which I packed in my newest storage crush: Weck canning jars. More jar love plus picnic recipes . . .
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