The Seattle Times - Last summer at a concert at the Chateau Ste. Michelle Winery, my husband and I stumbled upon the mother lode of picnics. Concert-goers surrounded us on the grass, displaying their dinners with great creativity and individualism. It varied from one group next to us, who passed take-out containers I recognized from a grocery store, to a couple in front of us whose homemade salads and entrées were resting on a miniature table draped with a quintessential red-and-white-checked tablecloth. They sipped bubbly in real champagne flutes, and two white votives flickered on their private island in the sea of people.