I know it's bad form to post holiday pictures two days after the actual holiday. (And I know it's also bad form to open a story with a negative.) But that's kind of where I am tonight: 48 hours behind, and too beat to deny the truth or spin it into something else. Thankfully, these pictures do a pretty good job of telling a sweet story about our Easter.
We hosted Easter brunch in West Marin for all our families this year. Somehow, we managed to do little beyond opening the front door and providing ample seating for eveyone. Twelve kids and ten adults and it all worked out just fine. Our kids were lucky enough to have all their cousins on both sides for a day.
Unlike our Easter parties in the past, I did very little prep or cooking this year. In fact, if heating up a Sun Farms ham doesn't count as cooking, then no, I didn't cook. The most effort I was planning on putting into kitchen sports, was making a couple boxes of these as a nod to my in-laws from NOLA. But when all our family arrived carrying bags filled with of warm quiches, lemonade, *spicy fruit salad*, rainbow jello cups, cookies and deviled eggs, we decided we had enough. I can't believe how little I got away with! Thank Peter Cottontail for the invention of potlucks and the blessing of a functional extended family!
My mom's deviled eggs are damn fine. She couldn't even tell you (or me) how she makes them. It's just something she feels her way through each year. And she'll wait until you're hooked and mid-moan with deep appreciation before she raises on eyebrow and nails you with a, "Ya know I only use French's yellow."
Meet three of my all-time favorite people: Mr. Noodle, Miss Frijoles and The 8 year old.
