When you have abundant access to Florida's soft air and palm trees, and a stellar park with a sweeping promenade along a bay, why not have a Christmas picnic? So we did, right down to the deviled eggs, cole slaw and potato salad. The smoked salmon came from Ted Peters' Smokehouse nearby, the avocados from the lustrous tree behind our rented bungalow. We hauled table and chairs, wine and bread, right to the edge of the water, the grass behind us filled with dog walkers, joggers, and flyers of newly obtained kites and model planes. And in front? Tens of terns, curious gulls, and water-skimming pelicans!
It was a Christmas dinner unlike any other.