Easter Picnic in Central Park
Easter Sunday was absolutely perfect. I spent the morning watching the Red Wings on NBC (even though they lost), while doing some last minute preparations for an Easter picnic in Central Park. I could not have asked for more perfect weather than the 75 degree and sunny day we had.
Mike and I were both in town on a holiday for once, so we wanted to do a little something to celebrate. Usually one of us is in Ohio or somewhere else on any given holiday- including birthdays and hallmark holidays. We initially thought about cooking dinner, but that sounded like a lot of work for only two people. Then we discussed going out to eat, but since we go out to eat all the time I thought it would be more fun to have a picnic in the park- especially considering the nice weather we’ve been having lately. So we went down to Central Park and sat in a field somewhere in the lower/mid 80s area, on the East side. We had the most comfortable, fuzzy brown blanket, music, ice cold drinks, and a full menu including:
- Butter crisp crackers
- Hard Salami
- Prosciutto
- Sun dried tomato goat cheese spread
- Bacon wrapped olives
- Crescent wrapped cocktail franks
- Individual serving apple pies which I baked without a recipe
- A lemonade, cranberry juice, and rum cocktail drink
Everything was delicious! I spent about two hours making those six pies on Saturday night, and I was relieved to find out they tasted so amazing. I thought for sure I would screw them up somehow. We sat in the park munching on food for around 3 hours before packing it in for the day. When I came back to my apartment, I was slightly buzzed so I decided to sit on my window cil over the fire escape and play guitar and sing [horribly] to all of the passerbys below. Nobody took notice though so I got bored after a while and headed back inside.
If you’re as much of a food photography lover as I am, you should check out my photos from the picnic on Flickr. There’s some nice shots of the park in there too, and some ridiculous ones of myself and my guitar.