I must note that every time I read “Walk it Out,” I

I must note that every time I read “Walk it Out,” I think of the rap song of the same name by Unk, where he calls out different neighborhoods. Seedy walk it out! would be the cry here, although this picnic turned a bit too upscale for my hood’s nickname. Picnic spot: Prentis I. Frazier Park, 401 24th Ave. E., Central DistrictPicnic Supplies: One loaf of Focaccia, a bunch of organic green grapes, one d’anjou pear, a small container of “unchicken” salad, one spanikopita and six veggie pakoras from the deli, a bag of Pirate’s Booty, two vegan caramel “bites,” one Mandarin Lime soda and one gigantic water. Total tab: $19.74. Madison Market/Central Co-Op, 1600 E. Madison St.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. Yesterday, though, was gorgeous, 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, backtracking a bit in regards to our final destination. Philadelphia Fevre would’ve been the logical stop on the way, but I couldn’t fathom eating a melty cheese steak 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. Having just visited my favorite Co-Op in the world, in Mount Vernon, MM’s deli stood up to my expectations, which correlate with the prices. If I’m going to pay $7.99 a pound for fake chicken salad, it better taste pretty fantastic! There was no method to our madness, as 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. Taking 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. Some history on the Parks and Recreation Website reveals that this one 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. In a Historylink essay, it was interesting to read that while his neighbors suggested naming the park (which was behind his house) after him, it took until 16 years after his death for that to happen. The only company we encountered in about three hours in the park were a few people meandering through with their dogs, and one lost woman, who shared some of our grapes. The spanikopita tasted like spanikopita and the pakoras did taste 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.