Thursday, July 31, 2014

weekly inspiration: an imperfect picnic


I wanna have an imperfect picnic.

Minimal planning and minimal expectations, maximal food consumption.

The kind of picnic where olives get trampled in the grass, but we don't pick them up so squirrels just scurry over and pucker their faces on the sour olive juice. 

The kind of picnic where I have this maple butter smeared all over chin but nobody tells me about it because it gives my face a nice glow. 
The kind of picnic where we all sigh about how we're never going to finish all the food... and then eat even more at the end of the night.


The menu wouldn't be planned or balanced, we'd just bring buckets of good food and hope tastes good outside. There wouldn't be any snooty picnic foods like white bean salads in mason jars or crust-less cucumber sandwiches. Maybe I'd bring spanakopita, salami, and the stereotypical picnic baguette for shits-and-giggles. Maybe I'd bring cold cinnamon rolls and lo mein, haphazardly scooped into Ziploc containers. We'd eat a whole watermelon with metal spoons.  We'd bring a can whipped cream and spray it on fresh strawberries.

For dessert, we'd share a thermos of wildly thick hot chocolate, we'd eat Missisissippi mud pie and caramel peach cobbler with our fingers, starting daintily with the crusts, and then barbarically grabbing irregular clumps from the gooey center. 

I'd wear an old soft t-shirt, because I know I'll leave with blueberry stains on my clothes, but I'd wear my fancy and impractical orange heels, because this picnic is nonetheless an occasion.

By sunset, all of my picnic-goers are in a blissful food coma, so we all just kick it in the grass for a while as our brains melt a little and we tell secrets, stories, and laugh for no reason at all, stretched out in the dwindling sunshine.

Even though we're stuffed and have vowed never to eat again, we would build a fire and eat our weight in toasted marshmallows. Then, once it's dark, we will channel our inner pyromaniacs and throw random things in the fire and just quietly watch them burn and lull as the night sweeps over us all.

Then we'd go home, breadcrumbs in our hair, smelling like charcoal, fingers slightly sticky with cobbler and watermelon juice.

Would you go on an imperfect picnic with me?

With love,
Erica

(Pictures from the Davis Farmer's Market)

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24 comments:

  1. Last weekend my friends and I had a sleepover and woke up around 10 on Saturday morning and decided to have an impromptu picnic. We grabbed some old sheets and tons of fruits and any snacks we had and got in the car and drove. We ended up at the beach and picked a place at random and spontaneously had a picnic right then and there. It was so imperfect, and there was so much we could've done to make it better (like more food of course), but I wouldn't change how it went for anything! So, since I've gotten my taste of imperfect picnics, I would LOVE to go on one with you! xx

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    1. That sounds awesome! I hope to do this with my friends when I get home :) Thanks for sharing Katherine! :)

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  2. Of course! Bring some of whatever we've been cooking and I'm in!!! Love picnics and imperfect sounds so perfect right now! :D

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    1. Right? We've got to take advantage of the summer weather before it gets all blistery and cold!

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  3. *sigh* I'd give anything to have a picnic like that

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  4. mmmmmm that imperfect picnic sounds AMAZINGGG! I'd gladly join you :D

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  5. CARAMEL PEACH COBBLER?! Gurl, are you tryinggg to kill me?! That looks divine! Ah picnics...
    I love the way that magazines, story books and films all seem to make picnics look so effortless. But I always wonder if this kind of effortlessness is possible in real life? How do casual picnic-goers resist planning everything in advance? I always delay picnics because I am so indecisive - I'd like the perfect picnic please! But the surely the perfect picnic involves planning? But then again, doesn't planning makes it non-minimal? Ah!!

    I will join you right now, because YOU have just made it sound effortless! Beautiful writing. I kind of already feel as if I am sitting in a bright, grassy field with the wind blowing; surrounded by nothing else but a plaid picnic blanket full of mud pie crumbs. (If only)

    Hope you are well!

    Tash xx

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    1. Right? I think the imperfect picnic, i.e. just throwing whatever is in the fridge/looks yummy is the way to do this! Thank you so much Tashiana!

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  6. Your Imperfect picnic sounds absolutely perfect to me! ! :)
    Have a fabulous weekend!!

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  7. You make me want to go on such a picnic, a nice calm place by the water, good food, good people, where one could stack high sandwiches with stupid random ingredients, and just live light without a care in the world. Sigh.

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  8. Picnics are the perfect way to eat! Especially when the weather is nice. This looks lovely!

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  9. What a lovely post! It makes me wanna have picnic so bad... NOW! :)

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    1. Right?! Let me know if you have one! I'd love to hear all about it!

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  10. Um yes I want to go on an imperfect picnic with you. As soon as possible please. My mom and I have actually been planning on going on a picnic.. but what's stopping us is not knowing what to pack and when to plan it! I think what we should do is just take a day and GO. Bring whatever's in our fridge and just drive until we see a nice place to do it. Love this! <3 :)

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    1. Exactly! I hope you two end up doing that before summer's over!

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  11. Heeeellll to the yes!! Sounds perfect! I love going on picnics with friends, just talking about nothing - perfection :)

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  12. I love the descriptions of your imperfect picnic! I would totally join you for that. I'll bring gooey cookies that fall apart as you eat them so we can go home with chocolate underneath our fingernails.

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    1. Ohhh that sounds perfect... you're definitely invited :)

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