It was my birthday last weekend, so we made a visit to the beach for an evening barbecue with some friends. Perhaps you were there? Anyway, being from a land-locked state, the notion of “going to the beach” strikes me as being roughly equivalent to “going to the lake”, but we had still underestimated the crowd that can head to a sandy park along Puget Sound on a sunny weekend afternoon. There was still plenty of space, all things considered, but no build-a-fire-in-these-things barrels remained available! Cold hotdogs just didn’t seem appealing, and we pondered our options. After some quick thinking on Lorie’s part, we converted the evening into a picnic. So, bucket-o-chicken it was… and we still have some hotdogs for another day.