A basket of goodness

I hope this post finds you rising from a most lovely Easter weekend. Some of you are lucky enough to remain on holiday. The thought did cross my mind. It is one of the perks of working for yourself. However, when projects call, you answer–with that, it’s shaping up to be a busy one.

Oh well, the weekend was glorious. It began with a birthday party, where we were able to Skype with a friend who just arrived in China to pick up the latest addition to their family. Saturday muffins were delivered to “the home” and preparations were made for Sunday.

Speaking of which, our traditional Easter fare includes my mom’s delectable roast and all the trimmings. However, in the last few months my grandma has picked up a new hobby: cooking. It’s true. She gave up cooking in her 60’s–now that she’s 81, she’s decided to pick it back up. Go figure. So this year she mentions to my mom that she purchased a big package of Little Smokies: I thought we could have little weiners for Easter. And so it was . . .

You would not believe the number of people who asked me what I’m having for Easter dinner this year. It’s like they knew. Each time  I contemplated making something up–but, being Easter and all, I simply shrugged and sweetly answered, “Oh, you know, salads, and potatoes, and . . . BBQweiners . . . ”

I’ve got to say, however, they were tasty.

And the weather–oh, the weather. You know, it tends toward schizophrenia here in the city of trees, but it’s relatively consistent for Easter. On Easter, the wind loves to crash the party. But not yesterday. No, yesterday was perfect. The sun shone against a sky of brilliant blue, the temps rose to the 70’s–I really should have been frolicking about in sandals, but my toes were naked. They refused to be seen in such a state on a holiday.

With that, here’s a glimpse at Easter from my vantage point . . .