Potato bar, anyone?
Community dinner last night wasn’t so much community as it was two people. I blame it on my friends not speaking French — RSVP. However my patience for this lack of bilingualism is running thin. Ahem. I don’t expect participation, but I do appreciate good manners. March madness doesn’t help either.The boys are in Vegas, the girls are either dreaming of Easter baskets or also feverishly hovering over their brackets. Guess which category I’m in?
Steamed with lemon juice and so good I ate 1/2 a pound alone. The other 1/2 is packed for lunch today. Eating seasonally has its perks.
I’m digging this cast iron skillet; caramelizing onions, mushrooms and garlic is a snap.
Green chili corn bread.
Gratuitous sweet potato shot before we get to all the desserts. Oh, you know there were desserts.
Thankfully, one of those who attended is a good eater and lives in a house full of hungry college kids who I’m imagining greatly appreciated the feast he came home with. Including an entire chocolate cake. So, we got the feast part down to the Maunday Thursday tradition, but we skipped the foot washing. We instead opted for belly-filling.
One of my favorite Easter/Spring desserts are bird’s nests. So easy, they are included in the “children cook!” section of Nigela’s Domestic Goddess book.
Seriously, how cute are they? I love these little nests. Plus, that giant bag of malt balls was kinda nice to have around all day yesterday when I was doing the domestic dance.
As for those Easter baskets, I didn’t get around to buying anything special. In fact, I made a dash through the Target $1 section and decided against buying junk just to buy junk. Instead, I decided to clog the arteries of my friends with lush, dark, fabulous chocolate mini cakes.
Recycled bags +
Easy-peasy stamped tags +
chocolate cakes =
a happy little collection of non-conventional Easter baskets.
A Good Friday to all,
K