Huh. I don't store any foods in my (now defunct) picnic basket. I think of picnics as entirely ad hoc affairs. Also, I don't have a mental class of picnic foods as separate from regular foods. To me "picnic" is a way of dining, as opposed to a kind of dinner.
So, a picnic I arranged: In 1990, I announced to my then bf that I wanted to observe Christmas Day with a picnic. Yes, in New England. Yes, out of doors.
He said something about "we could pick up chips and some subs" and I cut that off at the knees. I assigned him the responsibilities of (1) getting two thermos bottles, and on the day-of, getting one filled with hot black tea, the other with hot clam chowder, (2) a bottle of good white wine, and (3) a full tank of gas for the car. And to dress warm. I packed our wooden plates and bowls, our ceramic goblets and mugs, our bone and wood and steel utensils (and a bottle opener. :) I packed cucumber sandwiches on Portuguese sweet bread, and boiled eggs and similar finger foods. I packed a blanket.
I dressed all in white (w/ a layer of long underware!), with a big white skirt, and over all a long pale grey winter coat.
Christmas was sunny. We drove up to NH where there was an old ruined fort, now a park, that I knew of, right on the river. We spread out our blanket on the stone wall and our lovely archaic dishes, and there dined on hot chowder and icy wine, warm tea and cool cucumbers, and generally had a fine party. Wow, said the bf, This is really nice.
We fled as the sun got low and it got really cold.
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Date: 2008-08-02 03:21 pm (UTC)So, a picnic I arranged: In 1990, I announced to my then bf that I wanted to observe Christmas Day with a picnic. Yes, in New England. Yes, out of doors.
He said something about "we could pick up chips and some subs" and I cut that off at the knees. I assigned him the responsibilities of (1) getting two thermos bottles, and on the day-of, getting one filled with hot black tea, the other with hot clam chowder, (2) a bottle of good white wine, and (3) a full tank of gas for the car. And to dress warm. I packed our wooden plates and bowls, our ceramic goblets and mugs, our bone and wood and steel utensils (and a bottle opener. :) I packed cucumber sandwiches on Portuguese sweet bread, and boiled eggs and similar finger foods. I packed a blanket.
I dressed all in white (w/ a layer of long underware!), with a big white skirt, and over all a long pale grey winter coat.
Christmas was sunny. We drove up to NH where there was an old ruined fort, now a park, that I knew of, right on the river. We spread out our blanket on the stone wall and our lovely archaic dishes, and there dined on hot chowder and icy wine, warm tea and cool cucumbers, and generally had a fine party. Wow, said the bf, This is really nice.
We fled as the sun got low and it got really cold.