So I was left to my own devices, to basically just wing it. Here's what I learned:
We're pretty adept at many types of gourmet outdoor cooking and serving, but this was our very first attempt at an evening beach picnic. Of course, being the obsessive person I am, I spent hours researching, googling, pinterest-ing, etc...but everything I found included at least one of my deal-breakers: a) they talked about cooking hot dogs, b) the menus were 100% store-bought food, c) the food was an afterthought, or mostly d) it was obviously just a photo shoot because they contained tons of glass, a big beach no-no. One even showed a stereo system with a cord that -- honestly -- they just stuck in the sand. If you're getting electricity from a sand dune, you have more things to worry about than what you're eating, believe me.
So I was left to my own devices, to basically just wing it. Here's what I learned:
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This is another great gourmet dish that translates well to cooking and eating outdoors. With just a little preparation, the soup may be finished quickly, right at your campsite or dining spot. When I make this at home, I use fresh oysters because a) I have time to shuck them, b) I don't have an excuse not to shuck them, and c) if, say, I should happen to stab myself with the oyster knife, maybe in the palm of my hand, maybe because it went straight through the towel I was so carefully using to shield my hand and wrist, I'm at home and can deal with the blood and then going in for maybe a stitch and another tetanus shot. Totally hypothetically speaking, of course.
When cooking this on the beach or at a campsite, I opt for pre-shucked oysters -- I either shuck them at home (leaving enough time to get my hand wrapped and go in for that tetanus update, you know, just in case, not that I've had to do that or anything...) and place them in a small jar with their liquid and enough champagne/water to cover them; or if you have a well-stocked fish counter, you could purchase a jar of pre-shucked oysters if you're in a real hurry. Be sure to carefully strain them, regardless -- you need to be sure to remove all the sand, grit, and shell bits that may have made their way into the jar. A beach menu differs from a mountain menu is two distinct ways -- first, weight isn't such an issue, since (in most cases) you're not going to be doing a lot of serious hiking to get to your picnic spot. And second, it's sort of a travesty to not eat seafood of some sort or another, and seafood is generally something we avoid while hiking in the mountains. This menu assumes you are willing to cook as part of your picnic; if not, the food will need to be prepared ahead of time and kept warm. The soup especially should be assembled on the spot, even if you don't want to cook it right there on the beach. Recipe links will be live as they're published. Enjoy! Menu Starter -- Delicata squash and sage biscuits
Salad -- Pan seared foie gras with fig mostarda and sauternes Soup -- Champagne oyster soup with cucumber pappardelle Entree -- Seared duck breast with fresh blackberry sauce and duck fat potatoes Every September we try to head as far from the mountains as possible, since that's where we've undoubtedly spent most of the summer. We usually camp, but this past summer was more stressful and exhausting than the prior ten summers combined -- so we decided on a compromise: do all our favorite camping stuff, like kayaking, cycling, and especially eating outdoors, but then return at night to a very cozy, very clean, very un-tent-like air bnb hideaway, with an actual shower and (gasp!) toilet and...the best part...a bed we didn't have to blow up. It was embarrassingly wonderful.
We ended up in Ft. Bragg, CA -- because there is a terrific bike trail, great kayaking, miles of beaches, and no mountains in sight. Now, I'm obviously not a mountain hater, but an entire lifetime of summers spent at 8000' can grow old, and we really need a change of pace to make this trip actually feel like a vacation rather than just an extension of summer camp. Finding a place to stay was simple; finding a beach that allowed alcohol was not. See, in CA 99% of the beaches are actually state parks or various other flavors of state-run designations...and this generally means (at least in Northern CA) no alcohol is allowed. If we were going to have a 4-star dinner picnic on the beach, we weren't going to do it without a very special bottle of Corison cabernet we'd been saving. I figured there had to be at least one tiny stretch, a few feet really, of privately owned beach I could somehow talk my way into for the evening. Of course, we considered (very briefly) just taking the risk, decanting the bottle into our backpacking wine bag, and hoping for the best, but we were tired...very tired...and we really, really just needed a stress and worry-free dinner. The last thing I wanted was to have our foie gras appetizer interrupted by an energetic ranger who, apparently (I know this because I spent way too many hours scouring reviews and reports online), dump out the alcohol if they catch you with it -- seriously, I would ugly cry for hours if this Corison bottle ended up in the sand; fine us, cite us, and arrest us, cool -- but don't waste one drop of that wine. So I knew I needed a legal option; and I finally found it. There is a very short stretch of not-advertised privately owned beach sandwiched between two state parks, and for the paltry sum of $20, it was ours for the night. I was willing to pay for a night's lodging in the little hotel that owns that stretch of beach, but we didn't need to...the owners were more than happy to give us evening access. As it turned out, we didn't even have to share it -- so we had not only a private piece of sand, but a private cove on a private beach in a tiny private bay. It couldn't have been more perfect. I'm going to stretch this experience into several different posts -- one with a menu, then several of our recipes, and finally one with pointers on hosting your own classy beach picnic, void of the typical beach picnic things like hot dogs and store-bought potato salad. For now, I'll just share a few pictures of our venue. Stay tuned. So we didn't actually go hiking much today -- it was really a quick hike into camp, then many many many trips back and forth along the same trail hauling wood, then a quick hike out of camp. I suppose if you stretched all the walking we did into a straight-ish line, it would definitely be considered a decent morning hike; nevertheless, the quick trip up to camp gave us an opportunity to enjoy what October does to 8000' elevation Sierra land, and to get some really necessary work done to boot.
Ok, this was a lot of work. A LOT. But if you don't have an entire weekend to devote to a backpacking or camping trip, sometimes a picnic is the perfect alternative. And since we aren't at all into the standard red and white checkered tablecloth, fried chicken and potato salad sort of thing, this is what we ended up with:
This menu was for a Provence-style picnic in central CA wine country. It includes foods with minimal refrigeration needs (less than five hours from fridge to table), easily met by gel freezer packs.
In the interest of time and respect, I'm not going to include things here like PFD's or paddles (Although, I have to admit that over the past 37 years of attending/staffing/running one particular summer camp, I have left the dock without a paddle. More than once. Actually, I think I was pushed away from the dock...while the girls knew my paddle had been pilfered and hidden in the bushes. And then there was the time we purposely set some folks afloat on the lake, pictured below, with only broomsticks, no paddles at all. But I digress...) |
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