Friday, May 14, 2010


It was a day of two picnics for Archer. His class went to Toad Suck Park all day. Then his school had a cookout this evening for students and their families. I told Cady Gray that her brother ate two out of his three meals outdoors.

Personally, I've never fully understood the appeal of picnics. My image of them primarily comes from memories of going to Fourth of July pops concerts in Chickamauga Park, hauling coolers and blankets to whatever tiny patch of open ground we could find on the crowded hill, and listening to the 1812 Overture under the stars with cannon firing on the other side of the tower. The food was never the starring attraction; it was really good (my mom's potato salad with the slices of hardboiled egg on top particularly), but I always thought it would be just as good indoors and I'd worry a lot less about wind, rain, bugs, and dropping my plate.

Now that I'm all grown up and no longer under the roof of teetotalers, I understand picnics a little better. A glass of wine as the sun goes down and the breezes blow certainly has its attractions. But I see a clear distinction between eating outdoors and drinking outdoors. Is there any food that is enhanced by an alfresco setting, the way a nice flowery white is? Isn't it, I posit to you, beverages that we really want to consume out on the open, rather than entire meals? Is there any liquid comestible that fresh air does not improve, from tea to pale ale?

Perhaps your picnic experiences are more food-centric than mine. If so, I'd love to hear counterarguments to my bold assertions about open-air drinking!

1 comment:

doafy said...

During the summer, we picnic just about every Thursday, as the Long Beach Municipal band plays for eight weeks in a park by my parents' house.

The big thing about the eating (rather than the drinking) is the potluck atmosphere, and the fact that you wouldn't have a big band playing in your house. That, combined with the kids and dogs running about, makes picnicking better than eating at home.