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I created Bunny en Blanc to share ideas.

I initially started the blog after spending a year planning my French wedding so I could share what I had learned about designing invitations, creating decorations, and planning both a destination wedding and a local reception. The name (pronounced "Bunny on Blahnk") means "Bunny in white". I named it this because of 1. my love of bunnies, 2. my love for all things French, and 3. the original concept related to weddings (I considered the name Bunny en Noir since I have two black bunnies, but this just didn't have the same ring to it). It quickly evolved into a guide to all things entertaining- from creating a holiday cheese board that all your guests will love to DIY giant standing flowers made of tissue paper and paper mâché to choosing wines to pair with your dinner party. 

I started hosting dinner parties at 15.

Hi! I'm megan.

Friends would come over on school nights to eat pasta and drink sparkling grape juice. I grew up watching my parents cook and learned by helping them in the kitchen. Since those first dinner parties, my menus have evolved and I have been entertaining guests in every house, apartment, and condo I have lived in. Some events have gone less smoothly than others. During one of my high school dinners, I managed to spill grape juice on the ceiling (who knew that was possible!?), but with each event I have learned something new. I was the only college kid I knew that hosted cocktail parties instead of keggers and I once made the mistake of hosting a martini party to a bunch of college-aged kids. Guests were disappointed to learn that I had meant vodka martinis with olives, not their distant sugary relatives that tasted like juice and left you with gut rot (they've since come around). I was lucky to go to school in Madison, where I could buy fresh, local ingredients from the farmer's market and co-op to use in making dinner for my roommates. It was my way of procrastinating my studying, but they didn't complain. I hosted a weekly Monday Night Cake Party, which coincided with our Laguna Beach watching. It's been a long time since college, but I am still cooking, still learning about wine, and still hosting. In the summer of 2016, after hosting hundreds of dinners, brunches, cocktail parties (and more), I planned and designed my biggest event yet- my wedding. I wanted to share what I had learned in the process and thus Bunny en Blanc was born. Through entertaining, I am able to do the things love like cooking and creating, while spending time with my favorite people. I live to make my crazy ideas a reality. A few months ago, I hosted one of my favorite events yet- a Little Prince cocktail pairing party, in which I served a 10-course meal with mini cocktails to seven friends to tell the story of the French children's book through all five senses. 

tasted like juice and left you with gut rot (they've since come around). I was lucky to go to school in Madison, where I could buy fresh, local ingredients from the farmer's market and co-op to use in making dinner for my roommates. It was my way of procrastinating my studying, but they didn't complain. I hosted a weekly Monday Night Cake Party, which coincided with our Laguna Beach watching. It's been a long time since college, but I am still cooking, still learning about wine, and still hosting. In the summer of 2016, after hosting hundreds of dinners, brunches, cocktail parties (and more), I planned and designed my biggest event yet- my wedding. I wanted to share what I had learned in the process and thus Bunny en Blanc was born. Through entertaining, I am able to do the things love like cooking and creating, while spending time with my favorite people. I live to make my crazy ideas a reality. A few months ago, I hosted one of my favorite events yet- a Little Prince cocktail pairing party, in which I served a 10-course meal with mini cocktails to seven friends to tell the story of the French children's book through all five senses.

Friends would come over on school nights to eat pasta and drink sparkling grape juice. I grew up watching my parents cook and learned by helping them in the kitchen. Since those first dinner parties, my menus have evolved and I have been entertaining guests in every house, apartment, and condo I have lived in. Some events have gone less smoothly than others. During one of my high school dinners, I managed to spill grape juice on the ceiling (who knew that was possible!?), but with each event I have learned something new. I was the only college kid I knew that hosted cocktail parties instead of keggers and I once made the mistake of hosting a martini party to a bunch of college-aged kids. Guests were disappointed to learn that I had meant vodka martinis with olives, not their distant sugary relatives that