Its kind of Summer here. English Summer. Hot muggy days sandwiched between rainy downpour. Days at the beach, a spritz or two, broderie dresses, flip flops, and, the crowd-pleaser, picnics.
For me, picnics are sometimes long and lavish weekend affairs when we have something to celebrate, but more often than not, they’re about a simple supper taken to the park on a weeknight. We live just on the edge of Victoria Park in east London and often on a Tuesday or Wednesday night we’ll make a simple supper and carry it over. By 7pm or 8pm the park is usually quiet and we have it almost to ourselves. We take jumpers in case it gets cold and sit out until it’s dark.
Here’s what I find myself making time and time again.