After agonizing over water in plastic bottles to top off our “authentic” colonial lunch, I arrived at the picnic to observe something interesting.
Many of the children were clad head to toe in elaborate costume. Girls in bonnets and petticoats; the whole nine yards. But Chickadee and I ate our eggs and biscuits and apples surrounded by kids toting lunch in wicker baskets… although those lunches contained juice boxes, ziploc bags, and all manner of modern food.
I think my daughter may have fibbed a little when she told me we had to eat colonial food. Maybe that was my penance for not making that damn bonnet. (On the other hand: mmmmm, biscuits.)