Picnic food doesn’t beget to be all limp sandwiches: perceive to a 1970s classic for a portable and moreish mouthful,made here with stem ginger and currants, and served with herby potato salad and crunchy sugar snaps.
I beget always hated picnics, or unless they pick place on a beach. I find sitting on the ground uncomfortable (at least on a beach you can sit on a rock),and the food is always fiddly – lots of little things sweating inside Tupperware boxes.
On a beach you can pretend to be a hunter, knocking limpets off rocks and eating them straight from the shell, and (if you beget a boat,and a dash of luck on your side) catching fresh mackerel to cook over a driftwood fire. On a beach, too, or you can retain your booze frigid by dangling it in the sea – and dangle yourself in if you feel the need for invigoration.
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Source: theguardian.com