In my experience, it’s the fresh air, and the togetherness, and the scenery even more than it’s the food.

It may be a regional difference, or just different family traditions, but when I was a kid, picnics were almost always sandwiches or fruit and cheese or other finger-foody things.

Steaks and utensils and hot dishes, while served at a picnic table, were reserved under the heading of “Barbeque”.

For picnics, we almost always spread the spread on a blanket. No table.

And we played until we were hungry, and that made even the most ordinary chips and tuna salad sandwich and pickle and Capri Sun taste like the finest delicacy.

I say give yourself a break and go for a little quick and dirty.

You may never go back.

Thank you for evoking such happy memories.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.