Despite growing up in a Liverpool council house, early years reading Enid Blyton and Agatha Christie convinced me that I should be living a charmed existence of midnight feasts and picnics in wicker hampers with silverware and crystal glasses. My family did nothing to discourage this. We were a family that picnic’d well. A trifle made it safely to Windermere and feasts could be had in lay-bys. The Great British public took pictures of our exploits. If your family photos include one of people you don’t know eating quiche in a hail storm, hi!
Older and dafter, but lazy, I’m chuffed that the fabulous East Avenue Bakehouse are making it easy. They are creating picnics that you order, pick up and scoff at will. They come with a picnic passport detailing the fabulous parks Liverpool has. It’s just the best of everything; amazing food, created with love and sold with a passion for the people and places of this city. Order here and enjoy!