Flo: Where is everybody?

Helen: At a picnic everybody disappears. Don't you remember, Flo?

- From the 1955 film “Picnic,” based on the 1953 Pulitzer Prize-winning play by William Inge

Summertime is picnic time.

Fried chicken. Dirty fingers. Sunshine. Sunscreen. Lemonade. Icebox pie. Bare feet. Checkered cloth. Throw pillows made by Mom.

And, just maybe, a handsome, young, addictively rugged and charming stranger like Hal Carter with whom to disappear, even if only for a little while.

Correspondent Timothy Grayson doesn’t offer a recipe for that.

However, the Sodexeco executive chef at Whitworth University in Spokane shares some of his tips for picnic perfection in the next Spokesman-Review Food section. Think Mason jars and melamine, hand-helds, baskets and baguettes. Of course, he has recipes, too, including favorite fried chicken.

Look, also, for roast chicken from Diana Henry’s latest cookery book, “A Bird in the Hand,” and Dalmatian-style chard, which reminds me of Dubrovnik, Korcula and the islands of the Adriatic.

Those are places I’d like to picnic.

Meantime, Manito Park will do just fine.

Cheers!