I secretly planned a family road trip to the Everglades last weekend.
After breakfast I tossed around a few ideas of daytrips we could take before soccer season ruins Saturdays. After my husband and I agreed to visit orange groves next weekend, I still felt antsy, so within an hour we were packed into our car with a picnic lunch. An hour after that, we were traveling down a dirt load in the middle of one of the most gorgeous locations on earth.
We took this trip last January, for Andres’ birthday, but it might just be an annual event we love it so much.
Here are some shots:
I regret not taking a picture of our picnic, but I had four hungry mouths to feed and it wasn’t prepped in advance. Sometimes the chore of making and packaging picnics is such a bother, it saps the fun right out of them. Lately, I’ve been just gathering whole foods and bringing a cutting board and knife.
Our Picnic Basket
2 kinds of cheese
homemade boule of artisan bread (hmm… freshly baked bread just laying around, I guess that’s where my secret plans peeped through.)
a big fat tomato
pickled red onions
milk (for the kiddos)
I sliced the bread, cheese, and tomato while Andres readied the drinks. Everybody served themselves as they liked. It’s so much fun to be relaxed about eating. Lunch was scrumptious, elegant and nearly effortless.
At the picnic table next door teenage boy scouts and their leaders ate limp sandwiches, goldfish crackers, granola bars, Gatorade and chips. They had just completed a 2.4 mile nature hike. Their food (or should I say food products) was so sad, although the eaters enjoyed it, arguing over flavors and whatnot. They generated a fair amount of trash, which they dutifully sorted into recycling and garbage bins.
“This is the way most people eat in our country,” I shook my head in bewilderment.
I don’t mean this as a judgment. It was just such a striking example of how our country has gone so off course in terms of food that even kids hiking through a National Park fuel up on factory-made chemicals designed to tickle their taste buds.
I turned my attention back to my own table. Eyes on your own life, I often admonish myself. A feast lay before me: food for my body, beloveds for my heart, and the view for my soul.
There was more than enough to look at in my own life.