I tend to be a bit of a stickler about things like celebrating holidays or keeping up traditions. This year Easter kind of snuck up on me and so our celebrations tended towards pitifulness rather than our usual fabulousness. The Saturday before Easter we had to buy a TV and so we spent the afternoon wandering around two different malls comparing prices. I was a bit tired and so my attempts at gathering things for Andrew and O's Easter baskets were pretty sorry. I did manage to look everywhere I could think of for an egg dying kit, but the closest I could come was a spice bottle labeled "food colorant". We picked that up and hoped adding a little hot water and vinegar to it would at least give us one color to use on our eggs.
Usually we dye eggs on Saturday but after buying the TV we got home and realized we had been overcharged by about 90$. The option at that point was to either have the TV sitting around all weekend making us feel a bit resentful and disappointed every time we saw it or Andrew could carry it back through the subway to the mall and sort it out. We opted for the latter option and by the time he got home it was a bit late to try our egg dying experiment.
Sunday morning I managed to stay awake after feeding O and make our usual Easter banitsa and baklava. When Andrew and I were dating I made him banitsa and baklava on Easter and have done it ever since. Lauritz might remember that first batch of baklava. I had put it all together and then we had to leave for church before I could bake it. When we got back I threw it in the oven and figured it was all fine. It looked good and the flavor was fantastic, but sometime while we were at church the phyllo leaves had managed to turn to mush. It ended up basically being a layer of nuts placed between two layers of slime and covered with a really sweet syrup. Yum.
This year the banitsa and baklava worked out. I also managed to get easter baskets hid so Andrew and O had to find their baskets after church. The baskets were pretty lame, but they did at least have our traditional box of cereal and bottel of soda in them. Well, Andrew's did.
After dinner we were tired but decided that we needed to try to dye our eggs. We mixed the food coloring with a bit of vinegar and water and got a nice yellow color which was only slightly darker than our eggs. I forgot to mention that eggs here are all brown, presenting a bit of a dying challenge when the only dye you have is yellow. Undaunted, we put our egg in and let it sit. Success was minimal but we did manage to get some dye on the egg. Of course the minute we touched it, the dye rubbed off.
The food coloring wasn't working and so we thought maybe we could make our own dye. Since we didn't have 15 yellow onions like one recipe called for, we decided that maybe if we just threw everything green we had in the house in a pot and boiled it down we could use the liquid for a dye. So we threw a little moldy spinach in with some spoiled cilantro, added some boiling water and let it cook. Have you ever noticed how most recipes have you add cilantro after the food is cooked? There's a reason. Boiled cilantro smells nasty. Andrew had to really focus to keep himself from gagging and in the end we were left with a pot full of nasty green fiber and a brown liquid that was only slightly different from the eggs' natural color.
I think we tried dying eggs in that liquid but at that point the kitchen smelled too nasty for us to want to continue our fun with dyes. Cooked cilantro is bad enough, but cooked cilantro with vinegar just got vile.
At the store I had picked up a traditional cake that gets decorated with feathers and other miscellaneous crap on Easter. I had some leftover cream cheese frosting that I figured would work and bought some squeezable nutella-ish spread. The cake itself looked like a giant sugar coated donut so I had high hopes for it. Well, I could barely keep myself from peeing my pants as we decorated it because the chocolate stuff just came out of the tube looking vulgar and then when we ate the cake we were forced to remember that it was a european cake and so no matter how moist and delicious it looks, it will end up being stale and dry. On top of that, it was a Spanish cake and so that meant that they threw some anise seeds in it just to up the yum factor. So our Easter cake was a giant stale anise donut with runny cream cheese frosting and chocolate turds on top. Happy Easter.
In an attempt to end the day on a better note, Andrew decided to fill one of his Easter bunnies with some of the leftover frosting. He bit off its ears and poured some in, took a bite, and sprouted at least a few cavities. This is after having a bite of cake and piece or two of baklava. Gag Gag Gag. We had to each eat an egg just to counteract the sugar that was coursing through our veins at that point.
But since we have a baby now and would look like bad parents if we didn't post some pictures of him, here are a few we took on Easter after church. Of course being the bad mother that I am, I forgot about buying him an Easter outfit so there's nothing special about the photos. Oh, and the day after Easter we found a little time to finally rid our freezer of a little Vitamin P. That story isn't really blog appropriate so I'll have to email it to whoever is i
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Apparently I've turned into one of those people I complain about. I always felt a bit annoyed when peoples' blogs are all about pictures of their kids or what their kids are doing. Generally I'm friends with the parents and so I want to know how the parents are doing and what they're up to. While I certainly care about the kids and like to know what they're doing, I just kind of am more interested in my friends rather than their kids. Callous, I know. I feel like a terrible person for admitting it, but now I have joined the ranks of people who only blog about their kids and I realize why they do it. Andrew and I don't do anything without O and frankly he's the most interesting thing in our lives right now. We're not learning any new tricks and we certainly aren't as cute or photogenic as O, and so we put his photos and videos forward as proof of our validity and best offering to the world.
up late talking, almost succeeding in adjusting Heidi to the local time schedule. Not easy for someone who willingly wakes up at 5.30am.
for lunch. My friend Michelle caught me on the way out and gave me a beautiful little bouquet that went perfectly with some greenery that was still hanging on from a bouquet Andrew had put together a week before. Donna and Marta (pictured at right) met me and O at a mall for some lunch and retail therapy. I rarely get lunch and so it was fun to actually eat something more than cheese and crackers during the day and chitchat with friends while doing it. Best part-- there's a Ben & Jerry's stand at that mall. Gelato's great and all but sometimes I just need some B&J.
So when we went to eat calcots, on the way home we passed by this lovely little street corner. I don't know if you can tell, but it's where Bastard Passage meets Major Street. The Bastard Passage was enough to be entertaining but when I saw it met up with Major, we couldn't pretend to be mature and pass it by without a photo.
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As some of you may know, Andrew officially left his twenties a couple weeks ago. In celebration of that fact we decided to partake in a little tradition called "calcots". Calcot season comes once a year and this is the area for it.
pt coming and coming. It's a bit like all you can eat ribs. I don't know if you can tell but we were given little paper bibs and plastic gloves to make the meal a little cleaner, or at least to keep from getting it all over your shirt and under your nails.
wn unique flavor, but that alone is only half the fun. Calcots are not meant to be eaten alone-- oh no they are not. They are meant to be eaten with a glorious little dipping sauce that we were given individual bowls of. I imagine we each got our own bowl in case one were inclined to dip their fingers in their bowl after the calcots were gone. It's a temptation because the sauce is a yummy mixture of I have no idea what, but the truth is that the sauce on it's own loses a bit of its magic. Both a calcot on its own and a bowl of calcot sauce on its own are new and interesting flavors, but put them together and the magic begins.
as one time I was not ashamed to be American because it gave me the perfect excuse for showing no restraint and just gourging myself. Andrew estimates he ate at least thirty of them. They had to change both our plates at least once each because they were piled ridiculously high with the charred outer skins.
So yes, I'm terrible about blogging but I figure by now most people who would care already know we had a baby and here are the pictures to prove it. Lest the cuteness overwhelm, I included some of O's less attractive moments.
