One of the sub-challenges to my August food challenge was to take a picture of yourself having a little picnic while on a bike ride. I had forgotten about that sub-challenge until today. So I quickly packed up my picnic food, threw it into my pannier and headed down to MY Town’s park down by the Mississippi River. Along the way, I took a picture of an enormous crane.
I didn’t want to dilly dally at the lock & dam too long because it was getting close to 90-degrees with 49% humidity and my lunch is perishable.
So I proceeded to the riverside park a quarter-mile away. While en route, however, The Feeshko called me and said she was locked out of the house. Hmmmm, now what do I do? Stop to enjoy my picnic as planned while she sat on the porch in the hot sun? Or race to her rescue while my lunch wasted away in my pannier? I did the latter, the chivalrous thing.
Twenty minutes after the rescue, I was cycling once again to the nearest park. It had a clean picnic table in the shade.
The good news is that the salad was still fairly cool, and it was most enjoyable. The bad news is that my picnic is pretty fraudulent. I never actually eat a meal while on a bike ride, and my picnics generally involve grilling chicken, or pork chops, or other meat products thrown onto a bun. Maybe some kind of potato dish, but rarely any other vegetable. So this picnic was kind of unique. I liked it.