I have this strange obsession with eating outside. I am happier eating a nondescript burrito on a patio on a warm spring night that I am eating a fancy meal inside. Which makes me a big fan of picnics! I’ve reminded Andrew over and over that nothing is more romantic that a husband who packs a picnic as a surprise after a long week. Even if it’s just to be eaten in your backyard. But men can be dense when it comes to blatant requests for romance, so I will be packing my own picnics this season most likely, which is okay because then I know they’ll be pretty :) When it comes to packing up a basket there are a few essentials- great wine, real wine glasses (stemless for lawn-balancing), disposable plates for less messy clean up, cheese and crackers and a great blanket!