"There's cold chicken inside it," replied the Rat briefly; "coldtonguecoldhamcoldbeef
sodawater - "
"O stop, stop," cried the Mole in ecstasies: "This is too much!"
"Do you really think so?" inquired the Rat seriously. "It's only what I always take on these little excursions; and the other animals are always telling me that I'm a mean beast and cut it very fine!"
The Wind in the Willows
The sun came out the other day so the kids and I had a picnic lunch in the garden. At the start of summer a lot of magazines seem to run articles about perfect picnics with recipes for perfect picnic food. It's all very pretty and some of the food looks wonderful* but I'm of the opinion that picnics should be (and in this part of the world often have to be) spur of the moment things. So the actual food tends to be along the lines of sandwiches, packets of crisps, bits of fruit and veg. Everything tastes better eaten outdoors on a tartan picnic blanket after all, and I'm inclined to think that the Perfect Picnic Food in magazines is probably not nearly as nice for the person who spent all morning in the kitchen making it..
This on the other hand took minutes and the kids were delighted. It's wonderful how just eating lunch in the garden can make them so happy. My friends possibly do think I'm a mean beast and cut it very fine, though actually I doubt that!
Wouldn't it be lovely to have a 'fat wicker luncheon-basket' like Rat though?
* They always, mysteriously, seem to include quiche as picnic food. The less said about that the better.