Easter dinner. All the faves. It was good. Seconds were had.

Another wonderful Easter in the books, or almost so, as it’s nearly sundown.

We’ve gorged ourselves on a traditional Easter repast of ham, mac and cheese (because I have carb-loading children, and they require mac and cheese), corn casserole, asparagus, green peas, deviled eggs, rolls, lemon icebox pie, and strawberries.

We’ve hunted eggs at church, with the cutest kids on the face of the planet, led, of course, by my very own, because, well, he’s about the cutest kid on the planet, except for my other two grandkids, with whom he’s tied. Sorry. I calls ’em like I sees ’em. YMMV.

Every girl’s crazy ’bout a sharp dressed man.

I mean, seriously. Are there any cuter kids? I submit there are not.

And the other two, who are right cure, in and of themselves!

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Because I could

December 8, 2016

When you get an urge....

When you get an urge….

Sometimes, it’s good to be a grown-up. Because when you want to, you can eat junk and no one tells you you can’t. Or you can cook something that might fit well within a larger dinner, but eat nothing but that for dinner because you want to.

On the day in question, I did both.

I got up and had a Diet Coke and Oreos for breakfast. Now, I used to drink five or six Diet Cokes a day and think nothing of it, but about a year ago, I just decided they were not good for me and, for the most part, quit. I’d get one occasionally while I was out, and I’d generally stop off and get one to take in to Sunday School class on Sunday mornings, but otherwise, I pretty much shifted over to either coffee or water, with an occasional foray into juice.

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Burger, sans bun, with holiday trimmings.

Burger, sans bun, with holiday trimmings.

Because sometimes, you just want burgers.

We did our family Memorial Day cookout on Saturday, to free up the kids for other plans today and tomorrow. I asked what they wanted, and SIL2 said,”Burgers.”

OK. Burgers it is. But since it’s a holiday, we’ve got to get a little fancier than that. We have to at least have trimmings. So we also had potato salad, jail slaw, baked beans and deviled eggs. Because I had a surfeit of eggs and felt like it.

I can, if I do say so myself, cook a fine burger. This was not one of my better efforts. I thought it was a little on the dry side. Probably should have added a little fat to it; my pasture-raised ground beef is pretty lean. But I sure wasn’t going to throw it out.

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Easter perfection

March 27, 2016

What does this Easter dinner lack, to make it perfect?

What does this Easter dinner lack, to make it perfect?

 

Just this. God is a better pastry chef than I'll ever be.

Just this. God is a better pastry chef than I’ll ever be.

Or maybe this. Key lime pie. Take me to the islands.

Or maybe this. Key lime pie. Take me to the islands.

Some years, the stars align to make a perfectly glorious Easter. This was one such year.

Spectacularly gorgeous weather (windows open, breeze blowing, sun shining). Kids all spic and span, shined up and dressed up for church (even if two of them were in Jackson, Miss., with two-thirds of my grandchildren. Bacon, sausage and pancakes for Easter breakfast at church after the early service, and a marvelous Easter dinner that didn’t leave me exhausted, because I did most everything the night before.

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Binge-watching fare

March 5, 2016

Since I mentioned it yesterday, here was the House of Cards dinner from last night:

Deviled eggs and homemade potato skins. Great TV fare.

Deviled eggs and homemade potato skins. Great TV fare.

Not to be ignored, though, were the first strawberries of the season:

Spring on a plate. Baseball season cannot be far away.

Spring on a plate. Baseball season cannot be far away.

Dinner, and House of Cards, were both good. No spoilers as far as HoC goes, I promise; I will just say that the series is looking up from last year, which I thought was something of a disappointment. I have three episodes left to finish today, and then I may go back and watch the original BBC version again.

“You may think so. I couldn’t possibly comment.”

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Easter with a twist

April 2, 2013

And a fair-to-middlin' Easter dinner it was.

And a fair-to-middlin’ Easter dinner it was.

This was Easter dinner: Ham, potato salad, asparagus, pineapple, deviled eggs.

But it wasn’t just your ordinary Easter dinner. Oh, no, I was not going to do something as routine as THAT.

So I glazed the ham with char siu sauce and grilled it. I sprinkled the fresh pineapple slices with curry powder and grilled them (I was rummaging  for my Jamacian jerk seasoning, ran across the curry powder first, decided that would do nicely). And I tossed the asparagus spears with olive oil, lemon juice, and lemon zest, grilled them as well, then dusted them with freshly grated Parmigiano.

The potato salad was normal, which is to say, outstanding. The eggs I deviled with some of the leftover dressing from the potato salad. Bad choice. Won’t do that again.

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One spoiled, rotten dog

February 18, 2013

You will perhaps remember my rotten little spoiled pug, Lucy Lu. Here is how spoiled she is.

Oh, yes. There was potato salad with the eggs. Because I could.

Oh, yes. There was potato salad with the eggs. Because I could.

She and I recently shared a plate of deviled eggs topped with caviar.

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