I guess there's something about this blog businesses that I'm learning --it's that you have to listen to your readers! I have been told by one of our readers that I was remiss in not writing about the food we ate on our picnic, so I have to rectify this so you don't think we survived on limes and mint.
On our way back from our "rawk" in Central Park, Kate and I stopped at our favorite supermarket/restaurant -- Whole Foods. We feel sorry for those of you who do not yet have one of these in your neighborhood, and we hope you get one soon. It's the perfect Saturday night family dinner place -- everyone can get his/her favorite food item at one place, and there's no arguing about what time of food we want to eat. Dash always gets pepperoni pizza, Kate likes sushi, Glen likes to relive his childhood with Shepherds Pie, and I like to hit the salad bar -- not so much because it's healthy, but because there is so much variety that I can satisfy my craving for an assortment of textures and flavors.
I don't exactly know what "traditional" Memorial Day food is, so we didn't feel bound by anything. I picked up some heirloom cherry tomatoes, a rotisserie chicken (still hot!) and a round loaf of organic sourdough bread. Kate added pesto and mozzarella cheese to our list, and we added some olives from the olive bar. (Later Glen picked up lime tortilla chips -- to go along with the lime Mojito theme.) With some basil we picked from our garden we made a lovely tomato/basil/mozzarella salad; we made fabulous chicken and pesto sandwiches with our sourdough bread, and with the olives, some grilled vegetables I threw in, we had a perfect picnic lunch (with the Mojitos, of course!)
I used to love movie popcorn, but we skipped it this time -- it's just not the same as it used to be when it was made with practically toxic palm oil, and now that the NYC theaters post the calorie count, it's really hard to justify eating an entire days worth of calories while sitting in the dark. (Don't you like to actually SEE what you're eating?)
We also found supersize strawberries and blackberries (when did Kate decide she liked blackberries???), and in the evening we whipped up some cream and had a nice refreshing dessert. Is there anything more perfect than fresh strawberries and cream?
Glen pointed out that it our dessert was red, white, and blue. Hmmm, maybe we'll start a nice new tradition.