Years before I ever thought about having children, I picked up this book. I picked up this book because it looked adorable. I picked up this book because the recipes sounded delicious like the Honey-Spiced Tea Punch and the Blueberry Heart Scones with Smoked Turkey. I picked up this book because the recipes seemed like they would be pretty straightforward. I was right on two counts -- some of the recipes were a bit tricky, but all-in-all, I had some pretty good success.
In all the years that I've had this book and used this book, I had never used it for a picnic. Until now. When I have a four-and-a-half year old boy who thinks it is fun to have a picnic in our backyard, at the tall table, under the trees. With his Winnie-the Pooh. And Piglet. Or sometimes Tigger. But not usually both.