Easter did not go at all as planned. One of the high points was to have been the roasted leg of lamb accompanied by roasted potatoes and asparagus with crushed hazelnuts. My son is a lamb lover, so this meal was planned especially for him.
Instead, he and my husband were struck down by food poisoning from a new restaurant we were trying out the night before Easter. No food for two days! That left my refrigerator still crammed with most of the treats I had bought for Easter, including the leg of lamb.
The Easter bouquet is already showing signs of wilting as is the marzipan lamb that nobody wants to eat because it is so weird looking. (It was bought as a semi-joke by my son from a traditional Italian bakery in Brooklyn.) It sits next to the pile of New York Times on the kitchen table which means we are back to our usual messiness.
We have managed to consume many of the dyed Easter eggs, but even that was a bust. Unable to find the Paas food coloring that is our standby, we had to settle for another version which produced very pale-looking mediocre colors. I refer to them as our pastel eggs. Now comes the challenge of what to do with the remaining hard-boiled eggs as we’ve already had our fill of egg salad.
The Easter baskets have been ravaged leaving only the remains of a headless chocolate bunny. There are strands of Easter “grass” throughout the house, in places you’d never expect to find them. How does that stuff migrate so easily? In a couple of days these baskets will be returned to the attic where they reside permanently.
The last of the guests left this am. My husband drove my son and his gear back to Brooklyn, toting a painting my son bought in Africa that had been hanging in his bedroom for the past fifteen years. Kate left Easter night so she could get to work on Monday.
Today I will roast the leg of lamb that never got eaten, along with the trimmings. The wind is blowing ferociously outside as a reminder that it is still March. In a few moments I will end this post in order to get ready for my Chair Yoga class. Easter is now officially over, taking its place amongst so many memories, but with its own unique stamp. Only two more posts, then on to the next adventure!