Today is Colonial Day at school, otherwise known as the day after the day when I realize I’m supposed to buy full colonial garb for my child and settle for something with a long flowy skirt and maybe stay up until midnight attempting to make a bonnet out of a napkin and some lace.
One of the perks of today is that parents are invited to join the children for a picnic lunch. At breakfast (while I was braiding her hair, Laura Ingalls-style) Chickadee casually mentioned that lunch needs to be authentic.
“Yeah! No processed foods, no plastic… pack it in a basket!”
A basket I have. The bigger issue is what to bring for lunch that would be considered suitably colonial. I butchered the last of the hogs long ago, you know, so I had to really put my thinking cap on.
We have brown eggs. (Brown eggs are local eggs, and local eggs are fresh! You’re welcome, enjoy humming that all day long.) I hard-boiled some of them. Very colonial.
I made some biscuits from scratch. They’re ugly but tasty, which seems pretty colonial to me.
I’ll slice up some veggies and maybe a couple of apples, and I’ll wrap everything up in wax paper. Totally colonial, dude. I rock.
The problem is that I just don’t think my plastic Poland Spring water bottles are going to pass muster on the historical front. I consulted Chris, because she’s been thinking a lot about plastic lately, and I thought maybe she could help me brainstorm some alternative ways to carry water.
Glass is out because I don’t have anything small enough for toting to a picnic that’s not going to spill. Besides, I’m thinking the other kids might make fun if Chickadee’s drinking water from a vase or a chip-n-dip.
Chris suggested a bucket, which is a great idea, but I’m fresh out of buckets that aren’t—you guessed it—plastic.
Chris’ other excellent suggestions:
a cow’s bladder
I’m leaning towards the cow’s bladder.