The other thing is quality of life; if you have a place where you can go and have a picnic with your family, it doesn't matter if it's a recession or not, you can include that in your quality of life. ~ Jim Fowler
Picnic is a word that evokes a wide range of memories - of lazy Sunday afternoons, of trips to the country, to the park, to the beach, to an outdoor concert, or only as far as the backyard; of sandwiches, cold meats and lemonade or of wine, bread, cheese and patés; of special baskets (I recently located a vintage '50s basket like that of my childhood!) and blankets (old, wool Indian blankets were popular in my childhood, although now I love plaid ones); of hide-and-seek in the woods or flying kites and blowing bubbles; (of flies, bees, and ants, also!); and finally of exhaustion and a sleep in the car on the way home.
The origin of the word is clouded in mystery. It first appears in France in the late 16th century as "pique-nique" but was not adopted in England until after 1800. At first, the idea of a picnic meant a social event for which each guest provided a share of the food. Later this became an outdoor excursion to a place in the country where again friends could meet and provisions be shared. Around the middle of the 18th century, picnics were arranged by the English and French aristocracy. Servants, chairs, fine china and crystal along with baskets of wonderful delicacies were loaded into carriages for a trip to the lush woods where the festivities took place.
The Great American Picnic springs from European foods and cooking techniques introduced by the founding fathers (and mothers!) in combination with the rich native methods of the American Indians. The first Thanksgiving was actually a picnic. Hidden deep in the history books are descriptions of other memorable early American picnics. Pioneers held such celebrations, such as Fourth of July picnics, on the banks of many lakes or rivers under canopies of tent cloths supported by Conestoga wagons or of virgin forest leaves, serenading themselves with "The Star Spangled Banner" while consuming bread, boiled beans and salt pork, bacon, pies, and peaches.
During the 19th century, my Indiana ancestors held large annual family reunion picnics, of which a few now-faded photos exist:
My mother and mother-in-law, both in their late eighties, still speak fondly of the foods prepared for these annual extravaganzas: Aunt Edna's banana cake, Aunt Tash's Wellesley fudge sheet cake, Grandma Flora Belle's lattice-topped cherry pies, Babcia's "special dressing" on fresh sliced tomatoes, Aunt Commie's ice-cold, fresh lemonade...
Below are a couple of my
own favorite picnic recipes - would love to hear about
your picnic memories and special recipes!
Old Bay Seasoned Maryland Fried Chicken 1 cup flour
1/4 cup Old Bay Seasoning or more to taste
1 egg, beaten
2 tbsp. water
2 cups cooking oil
2-3 lbs. chicken parts
In a large plastic bag, combine flour and 1/4 cup Old Bay Seasoning. In a shallow dish combine egg and water. Heat oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Dip chicken in egg mixture, then place a few pieces in plastic bag and shake to coat. Fry about 20 minutes per side turning frequently. If desired, sprinkle with additional Old Bay before serving. Makes 6 to 8 servings.
Maryland Cucumber & Sour Cream Salad1 cucumber
1 tsp. salt
1/2 cup sour cream
1 tbsp. onion, chopped
1/2 tsp. sugar
1 tbsp. vinegar
chopped pimento optional
Pare and slice cucumber. Add salt and chill. Press out as much water as possible with a paper towel. Combine the remaining ingredients in a bowl. Add cucumbers and toss gently. Chill. Arrange in salad bowls lined with lettuce. Sprinkle chopped pimento on top if desired.
I've liked lots of people 'til I went on a picnic jaunt with them. ~ Bess Truman
While most children’s grandparents have pet cats, dogs, or even a horse or two, my paternal grandparents had a pet peacock ~ “Prince”. Despite Grandpa’s best efforts at building a weasel/fox-proof cage in their sheep pasture, Prince was destined to consort with at least two “Princesses”! How delighted my sister and I were when Prince would strut around with his beautiful fan tale for Princess!
Located in an Adirondack Mountain forest on Stewart Dam Road near Corinth, New York, is a charming little emporium filled with wonderful antiques and collectibles. 
Finally, we scramble out of the SUV; walk by the moss-covered rock on which is perched the sweet little statue of the Indian brave and his squaw in a canoe; open the wooden screen door to this tiny shop – always warmly greeted by its friendly proprietress, Janice – and begin our enthusiastic hunt for wonderful antique and vintage items. 
Invariably, each of us leaves with a paper shopping bag, embellished by Janice with ribbon and a sticker, filled with treasures such as vintage jewelry; silver spoons or butter knives; framed prints, needlework or silhouettes; china cups; old books; “camp” décor items; vintage kitchen utensils; little figurines; old sewing items; etc., etc. 
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The fairy tale, Little Red Riding Hood, has always been one of my favorites - perhaps because she is bringing goodies to her beloved Grandmama…perhaps because the story has a happy ending with the demise of the “big bad wolf”! 
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