A Post-Workout Brunch, 50 Women & Guetta on Repeat –
One Wild Sunday with Cup of Core

Not long ago, I catered a post-workout brunch for Cup of Core. 50 women (and a few brave men), straight from a workout session on the tennis court of TC Sonnenberg, ready to brunch and bond. Sunshine, the Üetliberg glowing in the background, sneakers everywhere, gorgeous Lululemon outfits all around... and me.

Honestly, it was awesome. But ohlala, the road to that table? A little bit of planning, a little bit of sweating (not the workout kind), a fair amount of stress, and a whole lot of Guetta in my kitchen. As always.

Three Days Before – The Prep

I started prepping whatever could freeze: energy balls, mini quiches, cheesecakes.
Banana bread, obviously. I baked like a madwoman. Fridge space vanished. My oven didn’t get a break.

I received the cooling bags three days before the event. Hallelujah!
But I still had no clue how much food I’d actually need. Healthy people, mostly women, post-workout... but also brunch. And also... Brazilians. I know they eat. So yes, it needed to be healthy, but not just matcha and protein powder.

The Day Before – Calm Chaos & Guetta Again

The day before was that weird mix of totally in control and totally not.
I was in my kitchen, zen-ish, Guetta on repeat, cutting, prepping, baking, wrapping. I was in a great mood. My kind of pre-party.

Then came bedtime.
Did I sleep? Nope.

I spent the night making lists in my head, emailing myself reminders at 3AM, double-checking quantities I’d already triple-checked. Classic.

The Morning – Croissants, Dog & Drive

I woke up at 5AM. Didn’t even need the alarm.
Croissant dough had risen perfectly.
I baked my croissants and pains au chocolat, packed the final boxes like I was going on a mission.

And then—priorities first—I walked my little Mochi.
Because Mochi always gets his walk. No matter what.

That early morning air saved me. The only real breath I took that day.
Then I jumped into my Mini, Guetta still playing (I owe you, David), and headed off to TC Sonnenberg.

Two hours before.

Of course I arrived too early. I always do.
But it gave me time to breathe. The view of the Üetliberg, the quiet before the buzz, the tennis court slowly waking up.

I set the table slowly, lovingly. Wooden boards, fruits, granola jars… it looked good.

And of course, the usual last-minute thoughts: Will they like it? Will they eat? Does it look good? Does it look special?

Tada, the table.

This table wasn’t just pretty.
It had substance. It had personality. Homemade energy balls, Mini muffins, Quiches Lorraine, Yoghurts with homemade granola, Banana bread, Croissants & pains au chocolat, and of course cheese. French.

Fresh, colourful, generous.
Fuel after a workout, but elegant. Energy, heartiness and style, just how I like it.

The guests, selfies & Rafaela’s Magic

Then they came.
50 women, a few men, Lake Zurich locals, glowing from their workout.

And Rafaela—the queen of Cup of Core—bouncing around, fixing, welcoming, managing the vibe with her energy that never, ever runs out.

People admired the table, took selfies in front of the buffet (always a good sign), and started gathering like happy bees. I stayed back, watched quietly, heart full.

Just like that… the stress melted.
They were talking, laughing, grazing.
The food did what it was meant to do: bring people together.

And Then – Mochi & Me
I left a bit early. Let the party live its life.
Drove home, brain slowly unwinding. Took Mochi for another walk. Let the day unfold.
That was it. Another table. Another adventure. Full heart. Tired but happy.
Would I do it again? Are you kidding me?! Obviously.

Notes to Self:
● Stress = not all bad.
● Banana bread = always.
● Mochi walks = non-negotiable.