Eastside Road, July 24, 2010—
I SET IT IN QUOTES, because a substantial meal catered for 350 people is hardly what I think of as a picnic: a picnic involves a basket, a tablecloth, some bread and sandwich makings (cold cuts by preference), hard-boiled eggs, pickles, a bottle of wine and another of water, and a congenial and reasonably small group. Déjeuner sur l'herbe.We'd gone with a couple of friends down to Stinson Beach — to the Audubon Canyon Ranch, in fact — to help hundreds of others honor Marty Griffin on his 90th birthday. A major conservationist and a good guy, he was celebrated in the preserve he did so much to acquire for The People. (On the occasion, the preserve was re-named in his honor: the Martin Griffin Preserve.)
Lunch, then; very good, considering the number served:
I had the Tri-Tip, of course, nice and rare; I'm told the chicken was just as good. Nice salads, and — not mentioned on the menu, because not part of the caterer's preparation — "Billy's Beans", red beans cooked two days with an elusive but delicious combination of tomatoes, meat, onions, and herbs. Gotta get that recipe.
Lemonade; water
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