Sumary of Covid has changed many things – including my attitude to picnics:
- Yesterday, to my horror, I spent half an hour – it might even have been more – browsing tartan blankets online.
- In their book, Cooking For Occasions, Fay Maschler and Elizabeth Jane Howard note that while some people like nothing better than to attack a pork pie and piccalilli in a gale force wind, others regard a picnic as “a sort of organised emergency” – a description that fits me precisely.
- Having found a lovely vintage wicker basket on Etsy, I’m now intent on filling it, not with supermarket sausage rolls and Breakaways, but with loads of utterly delicious and quite spectacular homemade stuff.
- What I’m after, as Agnes Jekyll (1860-1937) puts it in one of her Kitchen Essays, is “unruffled enjoyment” against a delightfully frothy backdrop of green fern and purple scabious.Maschler and Howard devote a whole chapter to bum-on-the-grass (or-a-blanket) eating and while some of their suggestions seem a touch challenging – would I be able to pull off Scotch quail’s eggs?