My dad called to tell me he had a surprise for me last week. A short time later, he pulled up to park for our weekly grocery foray. Told me to close my eyes and hold out my hand in which he then placed a snowball. It snowed early one morning a few days into spring, and when he heard I’d missed it, he made a snowball from his yard and kept it in the freezer until it was time to head over. The most thoughtful surprise! Especially since he detests snow. There it is long turned to ice, melting on my car seat.
Taking a quick break from all the Easter prepping for tomorrow. I’ve bought too much ham, and it’s one of the better “problems” I’ve ever had. And I’m just now realizing that I’ve wasted my opportunity to introduce my love of April Fool’s Day to my Easter guests. I still have to devil the eggs, maybe there’s an opportunity there, I’ll see.
Look at some of the spring I encountered on my way into Trader Joe’s. Reminds me of the talk of weather by Trevor Noah in his opening bit last week at the Paramount. Bean got us tickets and he was so darn funny, better than I’d even hoped, with stories galore.
Wish I could remember what the heck I looked up that left me with this sad return on investment, but I can’t. I was really looking forward to the accompanying video only to be met with what felt like a little bit of early April Fool’s. Struck me funny, at least. ♦
Some of the yum had at the Easter feast! Minted fruit salad, the niftiest little muffin tinned hashbrowns topped with enough eggs to keep me delighted on through to the following Sunday, and rice crispety treats Bean requested I make completed with a milk chocolatey surprise in the middle.
Did I mention ham? Shane’s super fantastic extra delish ham really impressed me. I had repeat sammiches throughout the week. ♦
Mini Cinnamon Swirl Trifles. Thanks be to the backup ham.
In talking with Bean about the next steps in getting the meal from the kitchen to the table, she glanced over my shoulder off into the distance. I looked at her questioningly and as she brought her gaze back to me, she says, “Out your window there, I thought I saw something blowin’ in the wind,” to which of course I reply, “I do hope it’s the answer, my friend.” I’d just made a rather bloody go of carving a leg of lamb. Or trying. The result was nothing short of a small scale slaughter, unfortunately.
That hunk of meat- in a word, gelatinous. With no time to run my usual pre-holiday test when serving up a new main dish, I chose to wing it resulting in less than stellar results. With each passing hour, what should have produced a medium rare ode to the lamb that gave its life, instead proved a challenge for even my most worthy of knives. Minutes passed by as I sawed away, at last arriving at a near liquid center. Yummy. Clearly no reasonable passage of time was going to allow us to serve it up that day, so in the end, it was given the heave-ho. Thankfully, I’d been porkin’ the roast, uh, roastin’ the pork all along, taking our ham from second star to the right all the way to lonestar status.
And dessert? Twasn’t to be trifled with.
Peep, peep, peep! Cheap. Here a peep, there a peep, everywhere a- yeah, yeah, this year I skewered ‘em.
Stay Puft. And that they did, despite their status on a stick. ♦