Yes, there was Easter lunch.

It has just NOT been a writing week. After the hustle and bustle of an Easter Sunday that began at 3 a.m., thanks to the AGC waking me up by kicking the wall between our bedrooms, up through sunrise service, breakfast at church, egg hunt, Sunday school, and service, and then Easter dinner, it about zapped me for the entire first half of the week.

And I did not cook. Much. I made myself some potato salad, and an asparagus and sugar snap pea slaw, one day. That was really about it.

Easter dinner was predictably good. I made use of a trick I learned on the food forum regarding deviling eggs. Cook, peel and halve your eggs; make up your filling. Put your empty whites in one zip-lock bag, and your mixed-up yolks in another. Stick both in the fridge, up to a full day before serving.

When you’re just about ready to serve, pull both bags out, arrange your whites, let your filling warm up a little (just roll the bag between your hands) and snip a corner off the bag. Then pipe into the whites. Garnish as you wish, and set them out.

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Ecumenical Easter treats

March 31, 2018

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I have wanted for years to fold some traditional Passover dishes into our Easter dinner. This year, I’ve made a start at it.

The above plate of cute things are coconut macaroon bird nests with eggs, and haroseth truffles. Easter-y, Passover-ish, and cute, all up in here on one plate.

The coconut macaroons are, well, coconut macaroons. They needed an additional egg and some more almond flour to make them hold together better as nests; a couple of them had a side blow out. Didn’t hurt the taste, though. The eggs are a combo of Whoppers baby robin eggs, the candy-coated malted milk ones, and Starburst jellybeans, all incited by a stop I made by Walgreens and the fact it was last gasp for Easter candy.

The haroseth is another critter altogether. Haroseth is a very traditional fruit mixture served at Passover; it symbolizes the mortar with which the Israeli slaves worked to build the pyramids in Egypt before their liberation. The most traditional version uses apples, nuts and dates, and a sweet red wine. This, whose recipe is courtesy the NYTimes “Cooking” section, purports to be a Sephardic Jewish version, made from dried fruits common to the Middle East. Although, the bag of apricots I KNOW I had seems to have taken feet and walked away, so I used plums instead. I also subbed walnuts for the pistachios I didn’t have.

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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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