Sandwiches belong at a picnic.

Bread makes sandwiches. Baguettes are bread, just French shaped.

Canada is founded on these principles.

Blows my mind that anyone thinks that fried chicken or mac and cheese belong at a picnic. They’d get cold!

What the fuck’s a movie meal?

A picnic is not a backyard cookout. French bread is fine. Anything that really needs silverware is not.

Honestly, a baguette with some cured meats and cheeses sounds like an amazing picnic meal to me.

Story Time: For about 20 years, as all my kids were growing up I would take them camping in this canyon that I had been camping at since I was 1 year old. It’s a beautiful canyon with a wonderful river. Feeding that river is a super cold mountain creek (it’s actually a river, just called a creek for some reason). Along that cold mountain creek is an old trail that gold miners used to have claims on. My grandfather had a gold claim up there and my father still has several ounces of gold nuggets from that claim.

Anyway, when the kids I would camp, we would always go hiking up that dangerous, narrow and sometimes slippery trail. There are parts where you could fall off and slide down 100 feet to the river if you were not careful. When the kids were really little we would have them all attached on a rope line just in case.

We would like for a couple of hours to get to Lefty’s place, which was another miner who was a friend of my grandpa’s. They still talk about Lefty in the town just down the river. We go to Lefty’s and not my grandpa’s claim because Lefty built his house out of loose rocks so half the walls still are somewhat there. Grandpa’s claim is totally gone.

Halfway up the trail we would stop at the highest point in the trail, with a 300 foot cliff overlooking the river below. On that cliff were two twisted pine trees with their trunks curved up so that you could lean back on them over the cliff. The kids always loved doing that (and giving me a heart attack).

That point we dubbed Salami point because when we stopped there I would always bring a baguette, a hard salami, and a block of pungent cheese (sometimes sharp cheddar, or a bleu cheese). We would all sit there and I would carve out hunks of meat cheese and baguette and we would munch on the best picnic up in the fresh air of the mountains.

Oh mondieur. It was no other but Carl Rânsairè, the probably most unsuccessful chef of all time, who invented le pique-n’i-que. Work- and shelterless he put old shoe soles that he found on dry baguettes that he stole from the duck feeding seniors in the park, trying to sell them there. He died after he ate one of his creations. But his legacy remains

Baguettes can fuck right off. I don’t need bread that has razor sharp edges that cut the roof of my mouth up.