tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post1467647141633996375..comments2024-03-28T04:55:50.771-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: The Perfect Summer MealJungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-23422629621560334172013-03-03T23:48:45.142-05:002013-03-03T23:48:45.142-05:00It's quite impressive.It's quite impressive.freestanding pantry cabinethttp://www.squidoo.com/free-standing-pantry-cabinetnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-32594583763728197072012-06-20T09:36:20.635-04:002012-06-20T09:36:20.635-04:00Oh, Rhys, you gave me the perfect idea on how to s...Oh, Rhys, you gave me the perfect idea on how to surprise my man this weekend! Summer is a beatiful season and we all have to celebrate it with indulging in some tasty food, great company and outdoor location! Thanks for the inspiration!Storinghttp://www.londonselfstorage.co.uk/page-self-storage-units.htmlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-25046750798482974662012-06-18T01:43:06.060-04:002012-06-18T01:43:06.060-04:00Mar, what a lovely post!Mar, what a lovely post!Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11519514786198185277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-49565253465158954962012-06-18T00:02:08.615-04:002012-06-18T00:02:08.615-04:00Growing up in Upstate NY, we picniced 99% of the s...Growing up in Upstate NY, we picniced 99% of the saturdays in my childhood through teens and then maybe twice a month after I got out of school until I moved to Fla where NOone Picnic - red ants, hot weather, red ants.<br /><br />Never less than 3 families, sometimes 5,6 families. Lake George state Park for years then once Saragota opened state park, we rotated. Also sometimes it would be at one of the families house.<br /><br />Always tons of food, fun, sunburn:( more food and fun. We left before the sun was up as LGeorge was 1-1/2 hr drive back then and park opened at 7am, once in all the years we went there <br /><br />I remember the Ranger saying, Morning Mr Jacob, you aren't the first car today. Usually we were at the Ranger gate before he was.<br /><br />Yes picnic at 7am until park closed at dark, meant 3 meals cooked on the charcoal grill, didnt matter what, hamburgers, hotdogs, Spagetti& Meatballs, bfast - eggs, pancakes, Daddy and the other Dad's made awesome campground Bfast!!<br /><br />Beach (lakeG) pool (Sar park),home after dark, church Sunday am then leftover picnic food rest of week unitl it was gone<br /><br />In the fall, after church once or twice a month, we would go for a ride to VT or NH take a picnic, some lovely state parks on small lakes or just stop at a roadside picnic table and have lunch, and home by dinner time.<br /><br />I miss NewEngland so much the older I get. <br /><br />I loved rides in VT, esp in the fall, cheese and basket shops - my day off when I worked in hosp, I'd head to VT for day.<br /><br />Vt banned (at least back then) billboards, making a ride very nice.<br /><br />There were pulloffs with a picnic table in the middle of nowhere and off main roads - state placed signs with picture of Picnic Table and would give distance in feet ahead - they made it easy for anyone to have a picnic in the middle of nowhere.<br /><br />Sadly, my DH's family never heard of picnics - first time I suggested one he looked at me like I was from another planet. <br /><br />Once we had a home with a screen porch I suggested eating on screen porch - ???? why it's 5 ft from kitchen table, so I'd eat out there and he'd eat at kitchen table, the concept was just odd to him, still is. This must have something to do with blog last week about men being from some weird planet!!!<br /><br />I do miss picnicing and all the fun, so many people, badmitton, horseshoes, softball, tag, potato bag races <br /><br />growing up in summertime, neighborhood kids congregated at someones house for lunch most weekdays - you brought your own sandwich, the mom of the day supplied koolaide and papercups -<br /><br /> we ate in the yard under a tree; if it was raining we usually sat on garage floor or a covered porch. <br /><br />We had a little folding table and chairs in our garage - <br /><br />you played "outside" even in the rain - once the rain stopped - we'd all gather in our bathing suits at the corner where there was always a huge puddle (mini lake to us) and play -if it was just rain, no thunder lightening, then we had our suits on and played in the rain<br /><br />So many kids now, miss out on so much "childhood fun"<br /><br />Sigh, I really do miss huge gatherings of families for picnics, slower pace of life in the 50's & 60s even as an adult in the 70's I still loved picnicing - <br /><br />My friend and I use to gooup to LGeorge and watch the ice sailboat races, we'd take charcoal, lighter, hotdogs, buns and since park was closed, we'd use a hibachi at one of the rest areas near lake george on the northway - and have a picnic - we got odd looks and i'm sure there were some who thought we were mental and thought maybe they should notify police that 2crazy women were cooking out hotdogs and having a picnic in snowy 30 degree or colder weather :o)<br /><br />Rhys, your Mom's picnic sounded lovely what a fun way to celebrate her BD !<br /><br />Anyhow HAPPY PICNICING EVERYONE !!<br /><br />MarRosie123https://www.blogger.com/profile/11528374618939863598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-6823773959075824322012-06-17T20:19:58.936-04:002012-06-17T20:19:58.936-04:00I'm with Jan and Hank on picnics outside on th...I'm with Jan and Hank on picnics outside on the ground. Not really my thing. Like Deb's Texas, Kansas City's summers with triple-digit temps, humidity almost as high, blazing sun, and chiggers! make that less than desirable.<br /><br />But if we're talking alfresco dining, as Rhys suggested near the end of the post, my youngest son and I bought sandwiches made to order with assorted side dishes and desserts at the Covered Market in Oxford and shared a bench outside to eat a lovely lunch in the dry, cool air of Oxford in July. <br /><br />They told us they were having a heat wave. It got all the way up to 70-something, and they told us Oxford was horribly humid. We were grateful for the kindness and friendliness of the people we encountered, so we forebore to mention 100+ degree days with 94% humidity and things like that.) That weather and the lack of insects are what caused my youngest to decide he needed to live in England. Well, there might have been a bit about history and literature, etc. (But it was really the lack of chiggers!)Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-88582792036956831162012-06-17T19:13:02.596-04:002012-06-17T19:13:02.596-04:00Hi, PK! Waving from Bigfork!
LeslieHi, PK! Waving from Bigfork!<br /><br />LeslieLeslie Budewitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11942314846112875042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-10946907604580356482012-06-17T17:56:30.046-04:002012-06-17T17:56:30.046-04:00Leslie, you're in Montana?
PK the Bookeemonste...Leslie, you're in Montana?<br />PK the Bookeemonster (in Billings, MT)PK the Bookeemonsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03478996122841311684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-16857150933834614842012-06-17T17:33:49.829-04:002012-06-17T17:33:49.829-04:00Kaye,
Those bushel of crabs you are talking about ...Kaye,<br />Those bushel of crabs you are talking about me are making me miss crab dinners with my brother in Maryland. <br /><br />OUtside Annapolis somewhere, I love going to those restaurants with the newspaper table clothes and eating through bushels of crabs and drinking cold beer.Jan Broganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11323983086318138814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-13471808626623428032012-06-17T14:15:22.063-04:002012-06-17T14:15:22.063-04:00Rhys, that's magical! xo
Aw, KAye...I didn&#...Rhys, that's magical! xo<br /><br />Aw, KAye...I didn't know you were from MAryland!Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-44771031035355938422012-06-17T13:31:43.069-04:002012-06-17T13:31:43.069-04:00Okay, Rhys, now you've really made my Vienna s...Okay, Rhys, now you've really made my Vienna sausages look bad:-)Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11519514786198185277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-67413700991669548792012-06-17T13:07:10.604-04:002012-06-17T13:07:10.604-04:00Another location came back to me--when I was s stu...Another location came back to me--when I was s student, hiking in the Alps and we climbed to the snowline on the Eiger. We had brought yoghurt and peaches and put them in the snow while we climbed on, then came back to retrieve them. Ah, the wonder of sitting in an Alpine meadow, surrounded by flowers, eating ic-cold yoghurt.Rhys Bowenhttp://www.rhysbowen.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-31559451940981069962012-06-17T12:54:18.681-04:002012-06-17T12:54:18.681-04:00In my childhood, we spent at least one summer week...In my childhood, we spent at least one summer weekend day along a fly fishing stream, so the picnic and campfire are a well-ingrained family tradition. But Mr. Right & I live in the country, with a fabulous back deck opening on to the woods, with views of mtns, trees, and many wild animals -- brand-new fawns now -- so we don't pack up and go often. I do love once or twice a summer taking a champagne picnic to the shores of Flathead Lake.<br /><br />But most memorable: visiting a law/grad school roommate in northern VA, and going with her & her parents to Wolf Trap Farm to hear the NY City Opera traveling company perform La Boheme. My first & only opera. Her dad dug out the libretto so I could see it in advance, and her mother packed an elaborate (to me, of campfire childhood) basket of cheese, bread, salads, oysters, and champagne that we ate on those lovely grounds. (I got to see that friend after Malice, and in catching up, that perfect evening was tops in both our memories!)Leslie Budewitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11942314846112875042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-56174936125481969512012-06-17T12:48:22.821-04:002012-06-17T12:48:22.821-04:00What Kaye said - location, location, location. I&#...What Kaye said - location, location, location. I've had string cheese on a glacier and it was as memorable as champagne!Rosemary Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08033747422699443024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-52336966504473432832012-06-17T10:38:26.820-04:002012-06-17T10:38:26.820-04:00My favorite picnics have always taken place on the...My favorite picnics have always taken place on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. <br /><br />The earliest ones when I was younger and still living at home. We would sit beside the river with friends and family with a bushel of crabs. Usually crabs that had just been pulled out of that river earlier that day.<br /><br />Now it's when we go "home" to the Eastern Shore and sit by that same river with some of those very same friends, 45 years later, with a bushel of crabs. Crabs that have been pulled out of that river earlier that day.<br /><br />and now I'm homesick.<br /><br />So, yes, I think it's all about location. Along with the folks you're sharing that picnic with.Kaye Wilkinson Barley - Meanderings and Museshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07486129009717476920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-66613802996767299992012-06-17T05:55:53.287-04:002012-06-17T05:55:53.287-04:00As a child, I spent Thanksgivings and Easters on h...As a child, I spent Thanksgivings and Easters on huge family picnics at Charleton Flats, a U.S. park halfway up L.A.’s San Gabriel Mountains. We ate cold turkey or ham, breads, cheeses, apples and pears, and cooked fresh coffee, hamburgers, hot dogs, and vegetables on the park-provided grill. In the beginning there were enough boys and men to play touch football (Dad imagined we were the Kennedys), but later the contest became shooting champagne corks the farthest. For real drama, my brother would report the Rangers had seen a Grizzly bear in the area. And on Easter, my Dad would annually hand out chocolate eggs as prizes for goofy awards he made up, then drink too many toasts. Mom would complain about having to drive down the mountain. Thank you, Rhys, for making me remember all this. I miss those picnics and people.Jack Getzehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09516237388744739669noreply@blogger.com