Nantucket is an escape. If you didn’t grow up spending your summers here (like me), it’s also a privilege. We’ve all packed into Mackenzie’s family home for a week of The Juice Bar’s hand-rolled cones, outdoor showers, and home-cooked meals (a perfect occasion to whip up my signature spaghetti sauce). It’s a full house. And by full I mean Mackenzie, me, Carly, Amy, and a slew of interns, cousins, and siblings. Somehow we all managed to pile on The Endeavor and escape toward The Sound near dusk. You know you’re in a good place when all you feel is the chop of the waves and the wind across your face.