To get to the beach we'd drive a long time in our hot car and coming home, I was always sunburned, with gritty sand in my swimsuit. The travel part wasn't what I liked, but the picnic lunch my mom packed sure was.
Fried chicken, potato salad, biscuits with butter and honey, watermelon slices, and egg salad.
My dad rarely came with us so usually my mom had a friend along for company while my sister and I splashed in the water, determined to annoy one another as much as possible. After awhile we'd get tired. Then it was time to eat.
We'd load up paper plates and settle down on the sand watching the older kids body surf. We didn't talk much but we'd share the moment enjoying our mom's food.
I don't know why but it's the egg salad I most remember. Hers was a pretty straightforward affair. Hardboiled eggs, some red onion, mayonnaise, a little salt and pepper. Sometime…