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Calendar says: Spring picnic The yard was typically water-soaked on a bright spring morning. The clay soil on much of Grand Island makes for longer indoor days for the youngsters today, much the same as it was for our kids as they were growing up here. I had set a pot of water out to soak some Great Northern beans. It would take all day before they would be plump enough to parboil. Then while we slept, the beans would bake. They would be ready to eat early Saturday morning. I hoped for another bright morning. Everyone did. We got one. The beans smelled wonderful. I set up the ketchup, mustard and pickle relish and put everything the family needed for the day’s outing into the wicker picnic basket. I wrapped the brown-and-tan ceramic bean pot in a dozen layers of newspaper, and all eight of us were off for a day of fun. Destination: Beaver Island State Park – a stone’s throw from home. It was, most likely, a Saturday in late April or early May. The majestic trees were just beginning to leaf out. The air was chilly with no breezes blowing. Everyone carried something – a jug of water, charcoal, the bean pot, the picnic basket, a bottle of soda or the baseball equipment. As I sat on the bench, looking at the river, ice chunks drifted by. The family had set up bases and a ballgame was in progress. From the parking lot, a man in uniform headed toward the ball players. “Stop! Stop! he called out. “No ball-playing in the park.” “What are you saying?” I asked. “There is not another soul in the park today.” “It’s the rules, ma’am,” he answered. I sighed in disbelief. “Will wonders never cease?” In that era, there were no ball diamonds at Beaver. Today, we could commandeer one – all of our own – and have done so. Is there anyone as starved for respite from the endless winter or soggy spring who will meet us there, this Saturday? There are other ways to picnic, you know. How about a mall picnic? Any mall that has a good food court will do. You start by packing enough food for your whole family, but leave out one part of it. Do sandwiches and drink boxes, but don’t take dessert. Or take dessert and drink boxes and leave the sandwich stuff in the refrigerator. When you get to the mall, walk around to see your favorite storefronts – maybe even buy something. Work up an appetite before you find your table at the food court. Get the fixings out and say, “Oh, dear. I forgot to make sandwiches. What do you think we could do to fill in? Pizza? A hot dog? A salad? Your choice. “Everyone decide what you want. Come back and tell me how much money you need, then we’ll eat.” You’ll have fun, and no muddy boots to track yard dirt into the house. We have a camp in Cattaraugus County that has a no-frills cabin on a wooded hillside. Out front, there is a quarter-acre pond. Summer we swim. Winters we can ice skate. If it gets cold and blustery, we can trek up the hill to the small cabin and sit by the wood stove to warm up and eat lunch. There are some healthy snacks we have eaten on some outings that were borrowed from Scouts, mostly Girl Scouts, I think. Campers’ Stew
Have you had a Walk-Away Salad or Stuffed Celery Sticks? They’re a longtime favorite in our family. Walk-Away Salad
Boston Baked Beans
Have some fun. Go on a picnic soon. |
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