The first picnic of the season last weekend was splendid. There was everything you need - a shelter, picnic tables, red and white table cloths, grills, walking/biking trail close by, and large grassy areas for bocce ball and playing catch. There were also extras like sunflowers and babies on blankets. And corn and black bean salsa with plenty of chips.
Relatives telling dramatic stories is an important part of any family gathering. As is watermelon, and bicycle streamers. No walk would be complete on a family picnic without a kid out front blazing the trail and warning us of any impending dangers. Like other bicycle riders approaching. Or a really long curvy bridge. Or squirrels doing squirrelly things.
Did I already tell you there was a baby on a blanket. A baby on a blanket with extremely squishy feet?
And I haven't even mentioned my bratwurst. The one I ate before giving a single thought to taking a picture of it. The same one that was grilled to perfection with spicy mustard, accompanied by baked beans, potato salad, quinoa salad, and a feast of fresh asparagus and green beans that had been lightly blanched for grabbing straight off the veggie tray and popping right into my mouth. Picnic season is upon us. I plan get myself to at least 3 more this summer. By hook or by crook.