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.
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?
(Pictures from the Davis Farmer's Market)
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