We began this lovely day with a quick pop-in-the-oven breakfast of bunny tails (Trader Joe’s Danish Pancakes – you MUST try) and potato latkes before tearing into (candy free!) Easter baskets and ultimately heading to mass.
After a convivial service, it was time for our much awaited family egg hunt. While the littles scoured the yard for candy, pennies and trinkets stuffed in eggs, the adults enjoyed bunny-tinis and deviled eggs (re-purposed from our egg dyeing session yesterday) on the deck.
A short while later we settled in for our Easter feast prepared by Mother and Daddy-O. Pineapple glazed ham, potatoes, pineapple casserole, butter beans and whole wheat rolls. Delish! I used many of my favorite standbys – white linen monogrammed napkins, mint julep cups and white flowers – for the table scape, and was beyond excited to use the stunning glass eggs and bird nests found on my Good Friday shopping excursion.
And finally it was time to devour the divine cake prepared by Sister. If you know Sister, you know three things about her: 1) She does NOT cook, 2) She KNOWS good food, and 3) She can turn a store/restaurant/bakery bought dish from drab to fab in minutes flat. So this sweet confection originated as a simple vanilla cake with butter cream icing from Fresh Market. In about three minutes, she added yellow gumballs as a cheerful border and chick peeps to adorn the top of the sweet. *swoon* We immensely enjoyed our cake on the deck while the littles biked and played ball in the driveway with the men.
Happy Easter, y’all!
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