tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post5112276048959285536..comments2024-03-29T09:03:34.140-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: Rhys on the Perfect PicnicJungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-5417630250107147542022-07-19T06:36:41.041-04:002022-07-19T06:36:41.041-04:00May I come to your picnic? I’ll bring the adult be...May I come to your picnic? I’ll bring the adult beverages Annnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-8923760215895156912022-07-15T20:44:22.999-04:002022-07-15T20:44:22.999-04:00Agreed, sister. xxxAgreed, sister. xxxHank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07630366214207785339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-87827910777513436882022-07-15T20:43:47.845-04:002022-07-15T20:43:47.845-04:00Fabulous!Fabulous!Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07630366214207785339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-16712117640946136962022-07-15T20:43:25.068-04:002022-07-15T20:43:25.068-04:00Kathy! You WON Leslie Wheeler's book! Email me...Kathy! You WON Leslie Wheeler's book! Email me!Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07630366214207785339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-83820507433663616982022-07-15T17:10:31.597-04:002022-07-15T17:10:31.597-04:00Rhys- you forgot the wine! We had a picnic in the ...Rhys- you forgot the wine! We had a picnic in the grounds of Versailles that I will always remember. We booked a bicycle tour and as part of it we stopped at little shops to get aged ham, cheeses, fresh baguettes and wine. Then we stopped at one of the long pools under the trees and had a picnic. Clare Broyleshttp://www.clarebroyles.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-55079943016343450832022-07-15T17:10:05.256-04:002022-07-15T17:10:05.256-04:00This is Kim, BTW. This is Kim, BTW. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-89367628776782686942022-07-15T17:09:19.814-04:002022-07-15T17:09:19.814-04:00Chiggers! Help. I haven’t thought of those monster...Chiggers! Help. I haven’t thought of those monsters in years. I remember having one near my ankle once and scratching until I bled. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-77880825978158983382022-07-15T17:05:10.532-04:002022-07-15T17:05:10.532-04:00A sausage roll is a bite sized English pastry with...A sausage roll is a bite sized English pastry with sausage rolled into pie pastry and baked. We always have them at Christmas. Clare Broyleshttp://www.clarebroyles.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-17682557520352962042022-07-15T14:13:40.081-04:002022-07-15T14:13:40.081-04:00I love picnics. I have fond memories of Grammy pac...I love picnics. I have fond memories of Grammy packing grape jelly and cream cheese sandwiches to the beach. I also love beaches. Growing up summer picnics were always potlucks at our house with hot dogs and burgers grilled on the fireplace. Wonderful memoriesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-86550117989257451572022-07-15T13:44:59.536-04:002022-07-15T13:44:59.536-04:00I'll be joining Hank and John at the outdoor c...I'll be joining Hank and John at the outdoor cafe for my picnic. I know that I won't have to fight them for my food like I would ants and flies and gnats and any other icky bugs. And there will be those lovely things called chairs to sit on. Oh, I've been to picnics, family picnics, where there's lots of good food, but those were at picnic tables. They were fine, as a kid, as I was used to running the outdoors then. Oh, and way back in the day when my mother packed us food on a trip, we'd stop at a roadside picnic table or shelter, and that was great for my siblings and me, but I think about my mother having to get it all prepared. But somewhere along in young adulthood, the rose-colored glasses came off about picnics and my eyes were opened to more comfortable eating and seating arrangements. I'm plenty romantic, but it just doesn't involve dirt, sand, bugs, heat, or sitting on the ground. Waiter, I'll have another glass of wine, please.<br /><br />Kathy Boone Reelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-57716461083437788722022-07-15T13:25:13.270-04:002022-07-15T13:25:13.270-04:00Deb's French train picnic is a memory of mine ...Deb's French train picnic is a memory of mine too, with the extra part of sharing our food with an Algerian family in the same car (I tried to book a private berth on le train bleu but made a hash of it with my terrible French). Turned out to be a charming trip - their kids were adorable, their food was delish, and a grand time was had by all except my then-husband, who wasn't into sharing so much! (Susan Shea)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-44950259483247155042022-07-15T13:17:27.826-04:002022-07-15T13:17:27.826-04:00Road-trip food! Are we there yet? We were a road t...Road-trip food! Are we there yet? We were a road trip family, four kids (unless some had other obligations), our parents, our grandmother (except for the one time she stayed home with our youngest sister). A box of prepared sandwiches (sliced chicken or canned salmon mainly) on hard rolls or bakery bread, never any butter or mayo or even mustard, what you grabbed was what you ate. All kinds of fruit. Home-made cookies. And you pulled it out of the cardboard box it was packed in and started eating (and asking "Are we there yet?") within blocks of home. I'm still more comfortable eating in the car than, say, in front of the TV.Ellen M. Kozakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18342774310814059158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-4136218055074519522022-07-15T12:51:44.896-04:002022-07-15T12:51:44.896-04:00The last picnics we did on a regular basis were at...The last picnics we did on a regular basis were at Blossom Music Festival (summer home of the Cleveland SO) in NE Ohio. We would arrive early and snag a table for a wonderful supper packed--not in a wicker hamper--but a red and white igloo cooler. Chicken salad sandwiches in croissants, fresh fruit salad, whole strawberries dipped in chocolate, and brownies for dessert. Champagne or a rose wine. I wore a special dress--chintz, with a full skirt. Margaret S. Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07979191318652199350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-63586302451458113882022-07-15T11:30:38.463-04:002022-07-15T11:30:38.463-04:00An inspired idea, Susan! An inspired idea, Susan! Karen in Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18002794561817071780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-64508000339317126582022-07-15T11:30:05.814-04:002022-07-15T11:30:05.814-04:00What wonderful memories, Rhys! And what wonderful ...What wonderful memories, Rhys! And what wonderful memories this has unleashed, both my own and others'. <br /><br />I was thinking my family never picnicked, but that's not true. We always went to my mom's work's annual picnic at a local amusement park, and sat at picnic tables with hundreds of others under a shady grove. And on Sundays in the summer we went to my grandparents' after church, along with gobs of cousins, aunts and uncles, sitting outside in their huge, shady backyard, listening to the uncles playing music, with another uncle doing crazy magic tricks for us kids. <br /><br />I have one of those fitted picnic baskets, a wedding gift 40 years ago, but it has not gotten a ton of use, I have to admit. Coolers are far more practical, and we have several sizes that accommodate different levels of picnics and other plein aire dining. My favorite, which we haven't done in years, was to take a chilled bottle of white and some snacks to an outdoor concert or play in the park. We should really revisit that idea! We have done plenty of roadside dining on long car trips, too. Rest areas with picnic tables are the best.<br /><br />Just this past weekend I went to a friend's for a picnic. He and his wife were traveling, but his three kids invited us and some other friends to join them and their younger friends, which was really fun. The "kids" (in their late 30s, one who is a chef) cooked and played music, and we sat like pashas, waiting for the food to be ready, just enjoying a lovely evening. Karen in Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18002794561817071780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-69631649731866687222022-07-15T11:13:51.594-04:002022-07-15T11:13:51.594-04:00I haven't picnicked much in the last few decad...I haven't picnicked much in the last few decades, save for an annual large group outing to "Picnic With the Pops," where each couple brings their own adult beverages and one appetizer or other food to share. For years we did that in the lawn seats, meaning a real picnic on a blanket, but a few years ago decided it was time to upgrade to the area with tables. <br /><br />I have one special picnic memory from high school. My friends set me up with a boy because he had his driver's license first and they all wanted him to have a girlfriend so they could double date. He was PAINFULLY shy, and they chose me figuring I could talk enough for the both of us. By the time he asked me out, I was scheduled to work the night he suggested, but I counterproposed a picnic the next day. I packed the meal and we went out, and it was the perfect way to get him to open up, as there was no other entertainment. We were a couple for more than a year -- a long-term relationship in teen time!Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08292993485984273172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-87588613868200316402022-07-15T11:05:34.993-04:002022-07-15T11:05:34.993-04:00Rhys, I don't you have chiggers in England. Th...Rhys, I don't you have chiggers in England. The scourge of Texas picnics that you will carry with you for weeks!Deborah Crombiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16988750789088153601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-61399751126137555752022-07-15T11:01:31.614-04:002022-07-15T11:01:31.614-04:00I'll picnic with you anytime, Kait!I'll picnic with you anytime, Kait!Deborah Crombiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16988750789088153601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-70379075891945515442022-07-15T10:46:07.765-04:002022-07-15T10:46:07.765-04:00Oh, good grief, I can't believe I missed addin...Oh, good grief, I can't believe I missed adding on to this. Although I wouldn't have much to say, as I agree 100% with Hank. My idea of a picnic is a delightful selection of finger foods and little sandwiches served on a deck overlooking water. Waiters are a nice touch, as is cold prosecco.Julia Spencer-Fleminghttps://m.facebook.com/juliaspencerflemingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-16015252704120977142022-07-15T10:42:31.297-04:002022-07-15T10:42:31.297-04:00Every once in a while we'd go to a local park... Every once in a while we'd go to a local park during the summer but there was usually a picnic table. Cold sandwiches, chips, fruit, and cookies/biscuits. If it was an exceptionally hot weekend, we would head to one of the smaller beaches on the Sonoma Coast, where dad would barbeque a chicken in a small pit in the sand. Sitting on old army blankets, trying to keep sand out of the potato salad and walking up and down those narrow, steep paths from the parking lot to the beach was all part of the adventure.Deana Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09093854261937772980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-52590660216994056742022-07-15T10:16:31.606-04:002022-07-15T10:16:31.606-04:00That should be Rhys's menu...That should be Rhys's menu...Amanda Le Rougetelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05224867941931236302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-38680288307661609552022-07-15T10:04:58.386-04:002022-07-15T10:04:58.386-04:00Ellen, my grandson has a similar problem with part...Ellen, my grandson has a similar problem with party/picnic food. He detests pizza, always has, and nowadays that's the food of choice for most kids. Poor, poor Zak, who prefers sushi. LOLKaren in Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18002794561817071780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-44722342281527866012022-07-15T09:21:56.850-04:002022-07-15T09:21:56.850-04:00When we were kids, we would go and visit my grandm...When we were kids, we would go and visit my grandmother twice a year. She lived in Prince Edward Island and we lived in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia so it was a very long 8-hour drive involving three kids, a station wagon (no seatbelt, no ipad), and two ferry rides which usually involving missing at least one of them and requiring an hour long wait for the next.<br />In the late 50’s - early 60’s there were no McDonalds to stop for food and a break, so we packed a picnic and stopped along the side of the road, usually by the pipe that spewed out the best cold water from a spring somewhere up the ‘mountain’ that you ever tasted. My mother would roast a chicken and boil some eggs as the main part of the picnic. Then there were the sandwiches.<br />I have discovered that no one else except my mother made these sandwiches. Picture yourself undoing the wax paper on two slices of bread. Open the bread. Lots of butter – my mother loved butter! Salt and pepper. There - you are done – a salt and pepper sandwich!<br />There was method to her madness. She expected you to take a piece of chicken or some slices of egg (she usually forgot to bring a knife) and put it between the two slices of bread. I preferred my protein straight, and there was no mayonnaise anyway, so I always had a chunk of chicken, a boiled egg, and ate that semi-horrible salt and pepper sandwich, washed down with that absolutely delicious water. <br />Then back in the car for the rest of the interminable ride to PEI – are we there yet? <br />Margonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-38063254890769640922022-07-15T09:20:17.411-04:002022-07-15T09:20:17.411-04:00We had picnics on a regular basis when I was a chi...We had picnics on a regular basis when I was a child, especially on Labor Day--the last big celebration before school started. I don't really remember the food although I think it included chicken. I remember how fun it was to go to a park (picnic tables, play equipment) or when we were with our friends, the Peases, Dabney State Park on the Sandy River. <br /><br />Our church regularly holds a summer Eucharist and picnic in a local park. The meal includes hot dogs and hamburgers and a variety of delicious dishes from all the parishioners. Folks can really cook! One year I made my sneaky mac-n-cheese (sneaky because it contains pureed butternut squash) and was delighted to find an empty pan at the end of the picnic. I'm very excited that we will be picnicking again on July 31.Gillian Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475596719205511600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-47875396672320678882022-07-15T09:05:54.852-04:002022-07-15T09:05:54.852-04:00Love picnicking. As a child my mom had one of thos...Love picnicking. As a child my mom had one of those baskets where everything straps in. She would stuff it full of foods and off we would go - shrimp, potato, macaroni salads (no one ever got sick, wonder what her secret was) breads and crackers, and iced chocolate cake for dessert. We loved it. When I moved from home my brother's gift to me was a fully stocked picnic basket with a wine wrap cooler. By then picnics had morphed to baguettes, cheeses, and sausages. Is there anything better than brie on a chunk of fresh baguette with a side of champagne? Yum!Kaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07758348842858993203noreply@blogger.com