I won’t talk about the weather because, my goodness. Zzzzz, right?
All I know is, I’m still eating perfect peaches. I’m still wearing shorts, a lot. I’m still picnicking, barbecueing, and summer hiking.
In my experience, picnics tend to be marathon eating sessions. They tend to be informal and leisurely: people come and go, and, well, no one should eat alone, right?
We’re gonna need sturdy food–something that still looks and tastes good a few hours later.
Pressed sandwiches are picnic-perfect. I make them the night before (so there’s plenty of time to mix up a pitcher of sangria in the morning!). Everything gets smooshed together between sturdy bread that soaks up just enough moisture and flavor. They’re relatively easy to slice into neat squares, perfectly showcasing a terrine-like interior. Cute, dare I say?
Probably not cute: eating for four hours straight. Cute can be so overrated.