If you go down in the woods today, — Picnic

"The traveller’s luncheon basket, and that of the sportsman are analogous. A friend of mine with whom I used to walk the paddy fields, adopted the plan of taking out a digester pot, previously filled with stewed steak and oysters, or some equally toothsome stew. This he trusted to his syce, who lit a fire somewhere or other, in the marvellous way the natives of this country do, and, as sure as there are fish in the sea, had the contents of the pot steaming hot, at the exact spot, and at the very moment we required it."

"Miss Twinkleton (in her amateur state of existence) has contributed herself and a veal pie to a picnic."

"He looped the painter through a ring in his landing-stage, climbed up into his hole above, and after a short interval reappeared staggering under a fat, wicker luncheon-basket.Shove that under your feet, he observed to the Mole, as he passed it down into the boat. Then he untied the painter and took the sculls again.Whats inside it? asked the Mole, wriggling with curiosity.Theres cold chicken inside it, replied the Rat briefly; cold­tongue­cold­ham­cold­beef­pickled­gherkins­salad­french­rolls­cress­sandwiches­potted­meat­ginger­beer­lemonade­soda­water——"

"Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— And Wilderness is Paradise enow."

"There are few things so pleasant as a picnic lunch eaten in perfect comfort."

"There, on a slope of orchard, Francis laid A damask napkin wrought with horse and hound, Brought out a dusky loaf that smelt of home, And, half-cut-down, a pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied; last, with these, A flask of cider from his fathers vats, Prime, which I knew; and so we sat and ate And talked old matters over; who was dead, Who married, who was like to be, and how."