I love picnics. I love the idea of crusty breads, soft cheeses and iced tea in mason jars. However I seem to spend more time planning and discussing picnics than I spend actually
picnicking. So I am delighted to announce that my sister and I spent yesterday afternoon in the backyard with a picnic lunch.
We spread fig marmalade on french bread and placed brie and salty ham on top. So good. (Baby JAR sat in his Bumpo and feasted on Baby Mum Mums.)
Then of course there was cheap white wine with ice cubes. Who wants to wait for wine to chill in the fridge?
