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The Bishop family - Teddy (snacker-rascal), Billy (gardener-Renaissance Man-owner), and Eliza (chef-owner).  Still cooking at time of photograph: baby Frances (squeaker-snuggler).

The Bishop family - Teddy (snacker-rascal), Billy (gardener-Renaissance Man-owner), and Eliza (chef-owner).  Still cooking at time of photograph: baby Frances (squeaker-snuggler).

Eliza Bishop, Chef-Owner

I spent several nights of my childhood crouching on the stairs in my nightgown long after bedtime, listening to the clinks and laughs of the grown up parts of my parents' parties.  The warm feeling evoked by that wonderful sound (along with the smell of just-blown-out candles and the oddly satisfying sight of a massive post-party dish pile) gave me a fascination and love for entertaining.  After attending Groton School and the College of Charleston, I took little steps toward a career in social work, but deep down, always imagined working with food.

And here we are!  Throwing our very own dinner parties, with our very own children assumed asleep upstairs as wine bottles are emptied into glasses and guests' feet are propped on extra chairs.  And, lucky as I am, I find myself cooking and baking and throwing such parties for work, too.

In our free time, when not stuffing our faces alongside our dearest friends and family, Billy and I explore our magical island with Teddy and Frances, swimming and climbing and wading through tidepools, and pick away at projects in the house Billy built with his father.

Heather Pavik, general manager

HP wrangling our Frances

HP wrangling our Frances

Our intrepid manager and keeper of high spirits hails from Georgia, and indeed she is a peach.  Heather brings her dad jokes, and the energy of her theatre background, to every phone call, catering order, and scoop of lemon-horseradish potato salad, and we literally could not open the shop without her, let alone attend our friends' summer weddings or take a beach day with the kids. Seriously. What a gal.