Picnic

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I realized today that I have failed my readers. In just over one year of posting about life in the slow lane, I have never once written about picnics. What good is life in the slow lane if you never have a picnic?

So today, dear readers, I am fixing this problem.

There is something very old fashioned in packing a picnic lunch that includes baked chicken. There is something slightly less old fashioned about packing a picnic lunch that includes pre-packaged pudding, but we won't let that spoil the mood.

But one very important thing to be remembered is this: the main difference between packing a lunch and packing a picnic lunch is that a picnic lunch cannot be something that you could eat while driving your car or while holding a book open with your elbows. And a picnic lunch must always have more things in it than you could manage to eat in fifteen minutes.

Comments

the girl in the red hat said…
Picnics rule indeed. And there is such a range to choose from. There is the 'dry bread and canned sardines' formula, for the alfresco meal that you didn't feel like preparing in advance and the smoked salmon and blinis and champagne formula for the well-heeled sophisticate and every variation in between.
10:49 AM
Chris said…
I have found that some of the best picnics take place on the move. This is one of the reasons I bought a camel-pack...nothing like instant hydration for the picnic on the move. :)
12:01 PM
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