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The Alter-Easter



Easter Sunday dinner was at my house. We had two new faces in our crowd. My sister, Renee' appears to have a new beau (Dan) and my brother's girlfriend brought her grown daughter (Raena). It was great. We had a new audience for all the old shtick. Mom got to tell (some) of the embarrassing stories that she loves to embellish upon year after year and I got new victims (er, friends) to cook for.

This year, through the wonders of the internet, I learned to cook my ham in the crock pot. Also new to my Easter repertoire is fresh baked cherry pies with Vienna vanilla ice cream on top AND chocolate-dipped strawberries. I also took the opportunity to use some very old china formerly owned by my former-mother-in-law (which will be passed down to my daughter).

Kind of an odd holiday without the presence of small children to decorate for and put together imaginative Easter baskets. I didn't put up any tacky decorations save for the Easter Lily Rod bought for me and the tulips growing out in my yard. I even resisted the huge urge I had to go out and buy new cloth napkins and place mats to accommodate a party of 10.

All in all, this was a pretty down-to-Earth affair for us. Although I get pretty amped-up with de-cluttering, cleaning, cooking, and re-arranging furniture. God help those that are nearest to me that decide they don't have to pitch in to help with the effort (as my loving husband found out...again.)
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