While England and the Free World shlepped, we've been cooking up a storm for Sunday's Easter Dinner Extravaganza Down East at Goomp's, even as Tiny keeps her end up washing her face atop the dining room table. Second Easter without our precious Babe. Here's essentially the menu, from Easters past. Handy to have it all here on the blog for quick reference when the holiday rolls around.
Across the room from us here at the computer our Scott Brown lawn sign and a selection of recent and not-so-recent reads caught the early-morning light fantastic.
The pepper mill is on its last legs, confined to a plastic bag to contain its innards, Snowden's-Secret like, till Tuck can feel its pulse and let us know if there is any hope. But oh, what the late afternoon sun can do to transform the cards and bowls and random objets of the kitchen counter into a lyrical play of light and shadow.
We put the Sausage and Apple Stuffing into containers and then into the freezer, out of harm's way. We've been known to raid the fridge in earlier days, leaving barely enough to stuff the center of the Crown Roast on Easter morn.
And for this evening, Friday Night WSJ Crossword Puzzle Date Night in Chelsea-by-the-Sea, our totally awesome Fanny Farmer's Beef Stew. No wonder we have barely had any time for blogging or tweeting of late.
*Blog title is from Matthew 28:6 (King James Version).