1. A beautiful and professional table setting. Or, failing that, a white bed sheet, makeshift candlesticks, and plastic Easter grass. It's best if one can spill sparkling red grape juice on said Egyptian cotton bed sheet and then have a very special Easter meltdown. That's my crystal from Prague, though, and I love excuses to bring it out. Spitfire bought me those beautiful cherry blossom plates, earning her favorite sister status.
2. Fabulous company in the form of Spitfire. I invited my roommates but they had other, lesser Easter plans.
3. Terracotta pots with Cadbury mini eggs. I gave these to my roommates and Spitfire & was very impressed by my own cuteness. Then I called up Martha Stewart to brag and totally made her cry.
4. Deviled eggs. Lots and lots of deviled eggs. I garnished half with nutmeg & sea salt and the other half w/dried thyme. Fresh thyme would have been better but I'm poor. I've decided that deviled eggs don't count as real food, because I never get full and can always eat more. They're like popcorn that way. And pumpkin pie.
5. Chicken breast and roasted veggies with a Dijon-garlic vinaigrette. My potatoes never quite got crispy and no I don't want to talk about it. Everything else was great.
6. Bread pudding with Ghirardelli chocolate chips. The chocolate chips were for Spitfire, who thinks everything is better with chocolate chips--including vegetables and Cheerios. I got the recipe out of an old Martha Stewart magazine and will be happy to put it up here if people want it. Also, it makes an excellent and healthy breakfast. Just think of all the healthy things that are in there: Milk, eggs, bread, heavy cream . . . it's like French toast that wants only to love you and hold you and whisper sweet forbidden things in your ear.
I served the pudding with strawberries, vanilla bean ice cream, and obscene sounds of pleasure.
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