Post by lagatta on Jul 9, 2011 23:11:42 GMT
Any picnics recently?
I'm just having a snack for supper, because we had a two-hour picnic at the local Botanical Gardens, and then wandered around in simulated forests and alpine meadows, before settling down to a Japanese drumming concert, part of a Pan-Asian music festival.
One can usually picnic elsewhere if with discretion, but now there is a designated picnic area with the very civilised touch of large tents and parasols. I brought a shrimp, saffron rice. pancetta and finely chopped red onion, red pepper, flatleaf parsley and a few other things salad, a "torta pasqualina/pascualina" (a Genovese or Argentine tart with ricotta and greens), cheeses, the usual stuff.
At an earlier picnic I didn't attend, a sheepish guard told my friends they were not allowed to consume alcoholic bevvies (this was NOT at the designated picnic area; in Montréal it is perfectly licit to drink wine or beer with meals at such). It was strange; none of these friends were under 50 and they certainly weren't loud or rowdy. But we played it safe and put all our libations in metal water bottles. Pity, as I had wanted to take a bottle of rosé bubbly (Crémant d'Alsace) to celebrate the summer.
Despite bureaucratic silliness, we had a wonderful time, just basking in the greenery, wandering around the planted forests and other flora (and little fishies) and just hanging out.
I'm just having a snack for supper, because we had a two-hour picnic at the local Botanical Gardens, and then wandered around in simulated forests and alpine meadows, before settling down to a Japanese drumming concert, part of a Pan-Asian music festival.
One can usually picnic elsewhere if with discretion, but now there is a designated picnic area with the very civilised touch of large tents and parasols. I brought a shrimp, saffron rice. pancetta and finely chopped red onion, red pepper, flatleaf parsley and a few other things salad, a "torta pasqualina/pascualina" (a Genovese or Argentine tart with ricotta and greens), cheeses, the usual stuff.
At an earlier picnic I didn't attend, a sheepish guard told my friends they were not allowed to consume alcoholic bevvies (this was NOT at the designated picnic area; in Montréal it is perfectly licit to drink wine or beer with meals at such). It was strange; none of these friends were under 50 and they certainly weren't loud or rowdy. But we played it safe and put all our libations in metal water bottles. Pity, as I had wanted to take a bottle of rosé bubbly (Crémant d'Alsace) to celebrate the summer.
Despite bureaucratic silliness, we had a wonderful time, just basking in the greenery, wandering around the planted forests and other flora (and little fishies) and just hanging out.
