Yesterday was Easter: it was time for a party. What’s a better way to celebrate anything than to be with family and friends?
Naturally, there’s a lot of preparation before hand. My job (other than smoking the tenderloin): deviled eggs. I’ll admit: it was the first time I’d made them, and I was an utter disaster when it came to peeling eggs.
Still, they turned out well.
K made at least a million sauces to go with the multitude of different eggs, meats, and veggies.
First to arrive were Nana and Papa — always a good and helpful thing. It keeps L busy and out from underfoot.
By the time all the guests arrived, there was a tremendous amount of food. After every such party, I reaffirm my conviction that there should be a simple rule with parties: when you leave, take with you what remains of what you brought.
It wasn’t as if there weren’t enough people to eat it all. Guests in the kitchen;
guests out on the deck.
After all the food and libation, it’s a shame we all have to go to work tomorrow: things were cut entirely too short.
