Picnic spot: Prentis I. Frazier Park, 401 24th Ave. E. CENTRAL DISTRICTPicnic supplies: Madison Market, 1600 E. Madison St. From the deli: a small container of "unchicken" salad, one spanakopita, six veggie pakoras. From the store: one loaf of focaccia, a bunch of organic green grapes, one d'Anjou pear, a bag of Pirate's Booty, two vegan caramel "bites," one Mandarin Lime soda, and one gigantic water.Total tab: $19.74.Walking it out: For this year's summer trip to Seattle, my mom wanted to "sit outside at a pub and drink ale," a request I have no problem fulfilling, special occasion or not. But the string of crappy, gray days this past week diminished our opportunities for drinking and dining al fresco. Finally, a sunny day broke through, and the little park we found near my house in the Central District turned out to be the perfect spot for a picnic.We picked up our grub at Madison Market. Philadelphia Fevre would have been the logical stop on the way, but I couldn't fathom eating a melty cheesesteak in the heat. And let me not talk about the Safeway deli sandwich, which I only eat in secret (or desperation). The aesthetic experience of lazing in Seattle's more pristine parks deserves something a little fancier—even if that just means your grapes look extra plump and juicy.And that's exactly what the co-op is for. It's hard not to have a little orgasm standing among the produce there. We grabbed little bits of whatever looked appealing. I also believe that no trip to MM is complete without some Pirate's Booty. It didn't look like a lot of food for $20, but I think we made out like bandits.As you take a left down 24th from Madison, a few blocks of gorgeous homes greet you, many with ridiculous rosebush explosions out front. Then the tiny shaded park with a basketball court, play area, and one picnic table appears. A history paragraph on the Seattle Parks and Recreation Web site reveals that this park is named "after the successful businessman and community-newspaper publisher who helped develop African-American businesses in Seattle." He arrived in town in 1916 and always lived in the Central District. The park was behind Frazier's house, yet it took 16 years after his death for the city to name the park after him.The only company we encountered during our three-hour picnic were a few people meandering through with their dogs, as well as one lost woman, who shared some of our grapes. The spanakopita tasted like spanakopita and the pakoras tasted fantastic. We quickly got used to the texture of the fake chicken salad, made with tempeh, and devoured it. Finishing things off with a bite of caramel, which had melted in the sun, we ended the picnic on a perfect note: by falling asleep.