The Picnic Papers

The Picnic PapersAs a rule, when a couple contemplates a meal cooked in the city and toted to the wilderness, the sleeker sex automatically takes charge. A man, it's assumed, is capable of building a clay oven or pouring Scotch over rocks, but the woman knows better how to fill the thermos and pat the potato salad. The assumption is correct if you happen to be the kind who can tolerate cucumber sandwiches on thin bread or prune surprise salad with skim-milk punch. But if you want mugs of finnan...