Several years ago, at the invitation of a friend who lived in a once-swank sky rise, I set out for a picnic in Loring Park. It was late spring and we set up our impromptu lunch near that strange fountain on the east side of the park that looks like a giant dandelion. I went to be sociable; I must admit, picnic fare has sometimes turned me off. Too often it entails prepackaged lunchmeat and vinyl American cheese, or PB&Js with grape jelly bleeding through bruised Wonder Bread like a rejected transplant organ. And there's always the sad parade of mayonnaise-coated deli items. At its best, it's... More >>>