Think Spring. It’s Picnic Time!

Hello my Foodie friends! Let’s say goodbye to winter once and for all this year! I have just received a new batch of picnic baskets, which are still in big demand, and they are literally a party in a basket. They come with everything from blankets to wine pouches and have every utensil you’ll need. They have a size, style and color to fit your needs. They also make great wedding and shower gifts. Paula and I are very good friends with a couple that live on the Connecticut shoreline. Their names are Kathy and Phil and we fixed them up on their first date many years ago. Their house is located almost across the street from a beautiful place called “Harkness Park” which is right on the ocean. They are obsessed with anything to do with a picnic. When we visit we try to avoid trigger words like: Basket, wine, blanket, corn on the cob, ocean, sunset or rise etc. Even if it is raining Kathy would say Phil honey where’s that big umbrella? We could take Paula and John on a picnic in the Park! One time the big umbrella was broken and I made the mistake of saying “aww, too bad we were really looking forward to it.” Kathy immediately spoke up and said “Phillip,” (she calls him that when she is in her take charge mode) “get the truck and take John with you to the store and buy a new one.” Off we went but with Phil, it was not just the umbrella he was going to search for, it was the wood for the bonfire on the beach. I reminded Phil that it was raining and he turned and looked at me with a big smile and a weird look in his eyes and said “I’ve made some of my best fires in the rain and besides it’s going to stop any time now.” Paula and Kathy were back at the house loading the giant picnic basket with enough food for a week. Phil is very picky about his firewood so there were a lot of stops before we found the right stuff. On the way back to Phil’s home I kept going over in my mind was it Paula or me that used one the trigger words and which word did we use? We finally made it to the beach and set up our, well; I’ll just call it a carport and start the fire or raging inferno! You know it did stop raining just like he said and we had one of the more perfect days in our lives that day! Remember my Foodie Friends: “Life Happens in the Kitchen, or a carport kitchen at the beach!” Take care, John