Friday, August 16, 2013

Mezzepalooza and the First PPS Rainbow

by Jen Stevenson

Looking at photos of the Portland Picnic Society shenanigans on Instagram, it probably looks like all fun and games and bottled cocktails and ridiculously beautiful food. Well guess what, it's hard work. Especially the location scouting. Which is how I found myself sitting alone in the rain at the Washington Park amphitheater last night, eating gooseberry granita out of a Tupperware tub with a spoon and reading a trashy romance novel. Not. Glamorous. This month's PPS theme, since we attempt to adhere to themes and loosely coordinate who's bringing what so we don't end up with a dozen plates of deviled eggs and one bowl of chocolate frogs (not that that's a bad thing, it's a normal day's lunch at UTTWJ headquarters), was Mediterranean Mezze, and it was decided that since Portland's glorious International Rose Test Garden is in full bloom, we'd convene there.


Monday, April 29, 2013

A PPS Butterfest (Crabs Included)

by Jen Stevenson

This past week, on a fortuitously sunny April evening, the Portland Picnic Society convened at Wallace Park in Northwest Portland for a Dungeness-fueled picnic to remember.


Friday, April 19, 2013

Picnicking Into the Sunset (Magazine, That Is)

by Jen Stevenson

Last September, my fellow Portland Picnic Society members and I partook in a picnic photo shoot for Sunset Magazine. It was so grueling—seven long hours of a perfect late summer day spent languishing in St. Johns' Cathedral Park, doing this, mostly,


Sunday, March 31, 2013

Don't Call It A Comeback

by Mona Johnson

After a very wet, very grey four-month-long winter hiatus, we decided it was high time to herald in spring by getting into a picnic state of mind.  In the spirit of resurrection, we thought--what better day to kick off the 2013 PPS season than Easter Sunday?

Blossoming Beauties

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Tapas, Sherry & Giant Flan at Peninsula Park

by Lila Martin

Though leafy Peninsula Park sets a different stage for a tapas party than an Andalusian hilltop, the Picnic Society ladies gathered there on our favorite red blanket in the heat of August for an all-out Spanish feast.

Just before we broke into a flawless flamenco

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Picnicking at The Pittock

by Andrea Slonecker

It has been decided by the group that no picnic site in the city of Portland has a grander view than the grounds of the historic Pittock Mansion. So for our second society gathering we ascended to the estate's sprawling lawn perched high up in the West Hills, with sweeping views of the city scape and Mount Hood. Our chosen theme of classic, nineteenth-century picnic fare was taken by a few of us to mean "anything goes," which was fine, because it was just a picnic after all. And who could argue with those quintessential deviled eggs, and cucumber rounds piped with creamy salmon swirls? Gougères and peach hand pies. A salad of minted cherries and one of smashed avocados, and a striking deconstructed Niçoise, too. With our checkered blankets spread in the grass, the pink Champagne flowed, and we laughed and ate and drank away a lovely summer evening in July.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

And So The PPS Is Born

by Jen Stevenson

In honor of the fortuitously warm first day of summer, a few lovely friends and I convened at Laurelhurst Park Wednesday evening to celebrate the inaugural meeting of the Portland Picnic Society. It was a joyous and filling event, rendered an indelible memory thanks to a trés Portland composite of beautiful food, half-naked tightrope walkers, inquisitive dogs with little to no concept of personal picnicking space, a delightfully awkward corporate team-building gathering to openly spy on, and a soundtrack of secondhand mariachi music from the raucous graduation party down the way.