After many summery months of wanting to eat outdoors and so very rarely actually getting to, tonight I got my wish (my admittedly somewhat plotted wish) in spades. Behold our dinner venue!
So unlike last year, both The Boy and I were feeling in reasonably good health upon this day (although it was a near miss for The Boy given his recent stint in Vegas, complete with AC-to-desert temperature shocks several times daily). Both of us returned from our respective travels late last night, cuddled the critters, then promptly fell into bed. We both awoke fresh as daisies, and the day pretty much went uphill from there!
Now, last week, aside from mastering the English muffin (which I have since learned is not the same as a crumpet — thanks Chris!) I also spent some time formulating A Plan. A Picnic Plan. Now some, given The Boy’s inexplicable distaste for picnics, might feel this Plan was a bit on the Nefarious side. I, however, armed with the knowledge that The Boy’s dislike of picnics stems from the food rather than the activity itself, knew better. You see, his argument is that picnics by definition involve stuff like pasta salad and tuna salad sandwiches, or other basket kitsch, all of which is food we wouldn’t normally eat anyway. And what, he asks, is the point of going to all the fuss of packing up all the gear to eat outdoors, when what you’re eating is a bunch of crap you wouldn’t normally bother with in the first place?
Clearly you can see that something had to be done? That his unfortunate preconception had to be addressed? So I did that something: I planned a menu. I wanted food that was not only delicious but delicious hot or cold; I wanted food that ideally didn’t require cutlery, and if at all possible, involved meat on a stick. My menu?
- Chicken satay (on cute mini-skewers so they’d fit in the container)
- Rice paper spring rolls (inspired by Alison‘s recent post)
- Veggies from the CSA (cuke slices and rainbow carrots)
- and of course the last bit of our cake!
The venue is the park where we got married, and after our meal (complete with unlawful cider for me and root beer for The Boy) we took a walk with The Smelly around, watching the parasailors and other folks having bbqs (us) and chasing geese and plunging into the water whenever possible (dog).
Both pictures were snapped by The Boy with his phone. Although I had considered bringing my camera, I figured we’d enjoy a more low-key evening without it. Guess I learned my lesson! Anyway, camera or no, a good time was had by all. If this is the sort of more-fun progress we can expect year to year, then I am extra glad to be married! (Just kidding! Even if it isn’t, I’m no less glad — I still feel happy and lucky everyday. Happy anniversary Boy!)