5 Tips to Host Chic After-Work Cocktails in Your Backyard or Front Stoop

If you’ve got any outdoor space at all—backyard, front stoop or even a fire escape—I encourage you to take advantage of these long summer days to host an al fresco after-work cocktail. Why? Because drinking at the office can get you fired (unless you’re me!). Here are my tips to make it chic, even if you’re drinking boxed wine in your UPS uniform.

  • Use a serving tray. It makes just about anything look good, and it saves you from taking trips back and forth to the kitchen.
  • Throw on extra-large napkins. No need to ruin your pencil skirt; drape these over your lap to act as both placemat and finger-cleaner.
  • Include a light snack. I like cheese and olives, but if all you’ve got are Goldfish, toss them into a bowl and call it a night.
  • Stack, don’t serve. Plates ladled with food up a lot of tray space. Throw all your munchies onto the top one for transport, then dole them out.
  • Sip from stemless. Flutes are lovely, but they run a little tippy. Pour your bevs into low juice glasses for transport.

P.S. Planning a full-fledged lunch? Check out my tips for Woman’s Day.


Nine years ago, I made a vow to live my life based on three guiding principles: Love, Awe and Gratitude. Today, instead of feeling sad, angry or anxious about The Chew’s cancellation, I will look through the lens of Gratitude and thank: My cohosts, @chefsymon and @carlaphall, for being two of the greatest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. The crew and staff of The Chew for being so dedicated, hardworking and collaborative. Our viewers for allowing us into your homes each day to share a laugh and a recipe — and a cocktail. It’s been a fun run and I am so freakin’ lucky to have been a part of it. Much love, CK ❤️

This photo was taken the day my mom brought me back to the US from Panama, where I was born. She had jet-black hair and a tan, whereas I was basically translucent, with white hair and big blue eyes. Security guards stopped her in the airport because they thought she was smuggling someone else’s baby out of the country. So, I guess it’s time for everyone to come clean. I was indeed stolen. I am actually a Norwegian prince. Where’s my 👑, Terri?!?! Where. Is. My. #%^*ing. 👑?!? 🤪 Happy Mother’s Day!!! I love you. Sorry I’m so weird. ❤️

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