There are few times that being a non church goer is more satisfying than on Easter Sunday. Did we have to get dressed up in uncomfortable clothes, sit through long sermons and then fight the crowds at brunch? No way. It was pyjamas and chocolate bunnies and quiet at home for us.
What a fantastic day! After a painfully early wake up call from the little dudes, and the ensuing gleeful rush of finding eggs and following the clues to the loot (we don't do a plain old egg hunt, the Easter B. leaves us tricky clues inside plastic eggs, which have to be deciphered to find the treats ...think Easter meets Sherlock Holmes meets piratical treasure hunt!), the real fun began. We played. We lounged. We read Harry Potter. I did some art, they shot up some droids (Star Wars Battlefront, their fav!). And the DH and I cooked the best damn turkey dinner you ever did see! And it all seemed so effortless, we just puttered away at it slowly...a potato peeled here, a basting there and before we knew it a sumptuous feast had taken form (why can it never be that easy when there are guests?!).
The crowning glory, a Strawberry Cake:
Fresh strawberries, cream and marscapone sandwiched between layers of buttermilk vanilla cake, topped with a strawberry buttercream (my nod to the fact that I don't in fact want to end up weighing 300lbs was the fact that I didn't cover the entire cake with buttercream as in years past, but just the top. See healthy!)
So please do drop by today. Somebody has to help us eat all this leftover cake!
I'm putting the kettle on for you right now. :)
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