Monday, 21 June 2010
EVERYTHING TASTES BETTER OUTSIDE
I just received an invite to the English Heritage Picnic Concerts at Kenwood House in London. It’s become a bit of an annual ritual for my beau and me to whip up there in our old MG with a picnic blanket and a Fortnum and Mason wicker hamper of treats. Last year we raided the Waitrose deli counter and arrived with tubs of marinated anchovies, stuffed olives, roasted peppers and prosciutto. We hacked wedges off a lump of extra mature cheddar, piled them on French bread and smothered with homemade pickle. While the orchestra played (and I got misty eyed during Jerusalem) we drank Prosecco and nibbled strawberries in our striped deck chairs. This year we’re off to see Diana Krall. I’m planning on making an Italian Stuffed Loaf for our hamper, bringing tiny tomatoes on the vine, hardboiled quails eggs and radishes with salt, elderflower fizz and Nigel Slater’s peach, blueberry and vanilla Midsummer Cake. Yum.
Photo: the Golden Afternoon Tea Room