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Happy Easter

And a happy easter to those who celebrate. Tradition bespeaks of honey glazed ham in this neck of the woods. Or in this immediate neighborhood, at least. I was invited to a friend’s home for Easter dinner and a Nova Scotian (male) cooked the entire dinner. For the ladies in attendance, that was a real treat, lemme tell you.

This was a three course meal, with an amazing fish chowder opening the meal. Oh what a delectable dish. Filled with shrimp and scallops and onions and tarragon and cream and, I think, a bit of native cod. I would have been supremely happy if nothing else had been served. But no...we went on to the honey glazed ham and to-die-for scalloped potatoes made in a way I’ve never seen before. More like potatoes simmered in a broth of onion and cheese and cream. Oh my gosh. Plus a casserole of broccoli creamed in some obscenely delicious sauce with crispy topping. Add genuine home-made Boston baked beans, cooked in a bean pot for hours prior to serving. Then finished off with a concoction of butterscotch and brownies and cream and whatnot. I waddled home. But not before sitting in a stupor before the television set watching the Masters Tournament.

I am an unabashed Tiger fan. I appreciate that golf is a lot harder than it looks. It’s an exceptional day when I can even hit a golf ball off the tee. So I know that well-played golf is an art. I love to watch and hate to play it. I’m not one for the reserved golf-clap. No indeed. I whoop and screech in a most undignified manner. Normally I love watching Tiger play. But today it was painful. He lacked, in a word. It was even worse because Tiger wears his emotions on his sleeve. And all over his face. I had to leave before the 18th hole because I was pretty sure he’d break down into tears at any second and I couldn’t bear to watch that happen. So if a miracle happens and he pulls his fat out of the fire, I’ll miss it. But that would be okay with me, too. I don’t expect it to happen, but it if does, I’ll be latently whooping it up in fine style.

Ah, but it was so nice having someone cook a sensational meal for me. Even better that it was a guy. That just tickled me to pieces.

Posted on 04/08/07 at 07:07 PM
 




Linkmeister

We didn’t expect to do anything today, but then my sister called at 6:30pm last night and asked what the plan was.  I coulda strangled her.

However, knowing her so well, I just happened to have bought a couple of small racks of lamb for the freezer (@ $12 each, about as much as a boneless leg would have been, with fewer leftovers), so that’s what the meal is this evening. wink

United States   Posted by Linkmeister on 04/08/07  at  08:20 PM





Kate

You’re a really nice brother.  And a rack of lamb sounds delicious, too. Hard to believe, but I’m starting to get hungry again and rack of lamb set my mouth to watering.  Too bad you’re so far away. ;)

United States   Posted by Kate on 04/08/07  at  08:36 PM





N in Seattle

Not to worry about Tiger.  No miracle ensued.

I’m not much of a golf fan, but I am a sports fan in general.  It’s rather embarrassing to admit, then, that I had never heard the name Zach Johnson before this weekend.  And he’s not the only one.  Sure, some of these guys are European Tour players rather than PGA regulars, but still…

I’ve become accustomed to cluelessness about the music of the moment.  I don’t even expect to have heard of the musical guest on SNL, and more and more of the time I don’t know the guest host either.  But now it’s happening in sports as well.

Sigh… I must be a real geezer by now.

United States   Posted by N in Seattle on 04/08/07  at  10:12 PM





justme

LOL N, don’t be so hard on yourself!
Lamb, I am sooooooo jealous! I am the only one in my family that loves lamb. And not that E hasn’t tried to like it, poor guy. I do sneak it on the kids once a year or so though. I just smother it with gravy and they just think it tastes a little off and don’t ask for seconds lol.
Kate, your menu sounds just wonderful! I just did the spiral ham and mashed potatoes. Nothing fancie this year! I didn’t even realize it was going to be easter until I think last weekend! Yeash. Way to early for me.

United States   Posted by justme on 04/09/07  at  05:34 AM





Kate

I’d never heard of Zach Johnson before yesterday, either. He’s good. Obviously. My only complaint was that awful shirt he wore. Someone had better talk to his people and suggest that the 80s are long gone now. They need to do better in that department.

Well, N. I don’t recognize a lot of the good new music anymore, either. Not so sure that’s a sign of age as much as an indication of how the music industry has screwed things up. I tuned in to a local music station this week and, in the space of a half hour, heard three Justin Timberlake tunes, two from Christina Aquilera, and about fifteen minutes worth of ads. For the one or two good tunes they might play in an hour, they make us listen to a load of crap first.

Radio Paradise helps a lot in that regard, though. Good old stuff mixed with good new stuff. No commercials, either.

Yeah, J, this was too early for Easter. It’s hard to feel Easter-ish with snow on the ground and more expected in the next couple of days.  grrr

United States   Posted by Kate on 04/09/07  at  10:44 AM





Linkmeister

Don’t get me started on music.  Even though I haven’t listened to any on the radio for 15 years, I have no shortage of opinions about it.

N, I went on a Jefferson Airplane/Starship fest on Saturday.  Played every one of the 6 albums I own.  I’ve been whistling “We Should Be Together” ever since.

United States   Posted by Linkmeister on 04/09/07  at  01:41 PM





cassie-b

It sounds as if you had a really great Easter.  That menu sounds wonderful.

Cas

United States   Posted by cassie-b on 04/11/07  at  09:39 AM





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