Picnicking

A picnic is one of those activities that sounds so quaint, but The Husband and I have never actually gone on one. Partly because we don’t have a basket and lugging around a cooler is the opposite of romantic. Also because it’s illegal to drink in any public beach or park in our city and you know alcohol is necessary. And we don’t have a blanket so essentially we’ve pretty much killed the novelty of the entire thing.

Still every weekend I debate whether or not to throw some snacks together, fill up our to-go coffee mugs with champagne and lounge outdoors on our beach towels. Maybe this is the weekend we will. Happy Friday!

Picnic Bread

Every morning, I make big plans to create scrumptious, photogenic food and share them on this little blog. But by the time I get home from work and get the dogs situated, the most I can do is boil an egg and chug a glass of wine. So to take the pressure off my overworked soul, I’ll share with you a recipe on my “will do when I’m not a zombie” list.  Decadent picnic bread! This is so easy — you’re not required to actually bake the bread, but fill it with good shit. You best believe I’ll be making some version of this recipe this Fourth of July weekend!
Recipe (here) and images via Food Fashion Friends.

Today is

One of those days. I want to nap. Preferably over a sheepskin under a teepee on the sand. I promise I’m not pregnant.

Luckily, this is my last work day this week. Tomorrow we’re headed to LA for a friend’s wedding (I know. We go to weddings almost as often as we eat pizza). And after that we’re going to bask in the glow of the long holiday weekend. We might even get around to finishing the bubble chandelier we started. Or we might get distracted by drinking and napping and watching romantic comedies.

So I’m taking tomorrow off from my day job and from the Internet and I’m giddy as hell about it. Have a glorious weekend and don’t be jelly. My life is rarely this carefree.


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