We are hosting our first holiday and that holiday shall henceforth be known as Lamb n’ Ham!
Ok. You can call it Easter if you want but maybe you should just think about my new name because I think it’s pretty classy and descriptive. I’ve been brainstorming and carefully accounting for any and all potentialities but a few things are certain:
1. Andy keeps buying pieces of meat that outsize our little old roper stove and possibly the kitchen in general and…
2. We will be feeding 15ish people and one monsterously adorable toddler (see below).
So, yes. There will be lamb and there will be ham, and there will be hungry people. As for the rest of it I’m still connecting the dots. I thought about using an entire wall in the house and covering it with newspaper clippings and scrawled notes connected by strings but instead I’m just going to put some nice pictures down right here and see how everything looks…
If we play our cards right we will be able to cover all our Easter bases, getting all the Greek trappings from Andy’s side (His mom always does amazing spanikopita and bread and then there are these fun eggs…) AND all the curious underpinnings from my side. Have you heard of Easter Potatoes a.k.a Company Potatoes ? I have been known to bitch about them but they are admittedly comforting and everybody loves them except me. I’ve given my mom too much grief about cream of mushroom soup to ever attempt to make them on my own but I’ll split the difference and make scalloped potatoes (Apparently Julia Child has a way with them, go figure). And last time I was home, my Dad requested Blackjack Crisp, Blackjacks being what he says his Oklahoman Grandma called some form of Blackberry. The internet has no idea what he’s talking about so… Martha Stewart?
So. Much. Food.
Maybe I do need that wall. C