This summer has been kind of bat shit crazy. Between weddings, family trips, catching up with friends and just doing laundry I feel like I have zero free time. Last summer was not nearly as ridiculous. Clearly I over booked myself… as I sit on Metro North writing this post as I head into the city for a bachelorette party making use of every single moment of down time. I mean maybe I should continue writing posts during my cab ride up to Yorkville. Sarcasm.
Now as I think about how I want to spend at least one Sunday this summer it leads me to a place of low key activity. A picnic is necessary.
Just sitting with friends outside and laying back to relax. What better way to enjoy bitching and a glass of my new fave day drinking wine vinho verde? As with anything, picnicking is even more fun when you are equipped. There is nothing more annoying than a event that isn’t completely thought through. Why go makeshift? Picnic with thoroughly. Thinking through the details is half the fun. Did you pick up on the fact that I’m a planner?
How are you transporting everything? Do you have reusable dishes and cutlery? Do you have a surface to serve everything on? Do you have a way to easily bring home leftovers or what’s left of the bevies? Do you have blankets or pillows? Do you need candles or bug spray? Do you need tunes? This all leads to the most important question of all… What are you drinking out of?
Some fun things to bring your picnic together: 1. the most amazing bottle stopper I have ever owned, 2. a table to go, 3. fun dishes, 4. tunes to go, 5. acrylic drink ware
After spending a week away from home for a photoshoot there’s one way to some up how I feel. Gross.
I cannot wait to get home and actually prepare my own food again. While I absolutely love trying restaurants and eating out, it’s only enjoyable when it’s completely optional. When the question of what do you want for for dinner turns into a ring around the rosie of what place is going to dictate your portion size for the evening it loses its glamour.
This weekend will be spent picking out all sorts of veggies at the farmer’s market and getting some roughage back into my system. I will be roasting beets, washing beautiful greens, soaking chickpeas and making pesto. It will be a full on salad celebration. For me it’s like therapy. When you spend an entire week doing things for other people it’s nice to spend quality time taking care of your own chi for a little while.
Look to Martha for some inspiration: tomato beet salad; romaine salad with crispy prosciutto and white beans; and chicken, chickpea and pesto salad
Tomorrow is like my version of a national holiday… It is the first day of farmer’s market season. All the cookbook research I have done for new recipe ideas can start coming to fruition. This year I have made a pact with myself. I am the first person to drool over new ideas but the last to actually make an effort to mix things up. Like with everything if you put too much pressure on yourself to try something new every day then it all goes to hell and you find yourself making the same 3 dishes. So this season I am going to try 2 entirely new recipes a week. Baby steps. Maybe I will share them all with you as I go.
On weekends in the spring my condo ownership seems a bit lack luster and I start to get a touch of patio lust. Just a little taste of the outdoors would be nice. Let’s not go all willy-nilly suburban and say that I would want acreage that I would then complain to my friends about having to mow (I’m pointing fingers and you know who you are…) but it would be nice to sip coffee outdoors on Saturday morning. Maybe also drink a mimosa or enjoy a poached egg.
When I think of outdoor space I mainly think of it in terms of entertaining. Let’s be honest, the SomeEcard “I’m outdoorsy in that I like getting drunk on patios” completely pertains to me. I don’t want to mow anything, plant anything, spread mulch, collect weeds, negotiate with neighbors about fences or have to call an arborist. Ain’t nobody got time for that no matter what they convince themselves of. This is why the man above invented parks – so you all can go for a walk and sit on the grass without moaning to me about the cost of shrubs or asking me for help blowing leaves.
However as much as I may be griping it would be nice to throw a dinner party outside. All Under the Tuscan Sun status with a long table, carafes of wine, good food being passed around, laughter, music in the background (or this year the incessant noise of cicadas) and a bizarre lack of biting bugs. When I close my eyes this is how I picture it… If there happens to be a vineyard in the background then, I mean, I guess shit happens.