The repast that I will always remember occurred many years ago in the country side of France. While driving my motorcycle through the countryside Catherine & I stopped and we picked up a fresh loaf of bread, brie, Camembert, some pate (not liver, I hate liver) and a bottle of wine. The region that we were in was a wine manufacturing area so when we stopped by the roadside the air was filled with the smell of wine. We climbed a small hillside and had our picnic.