As far as Easter goes, the Seder for 15 people went better than I’d dared hope. We even managed to approximate a minute of silence with seven people in the room under the age of six. The silence was broken primarily by Fluffy stage whispering, “Not a word!”
I had told everyone this was a casual gathering. I used plastic cups! I didn’t even make placecards. But I have a reputation for hosting “casual” gatherings in a full length evening gown. Well, maybe not full length. So it was no surprise that after calling to confirm the dress code, the women still wore skirts. I wore jeans as did Kent.
The Old Fashioned Southern Easter Feast was mostly a flop. Kent has been teasing me mercilessly for my menu choices. One person actually liked the lamb cake. One out of fifteen. Fluffy enjoyed proclaiming, “I’m eating the bum!” So much for stepping outside of our usual feast food box.
Even though the food wasn’t precisely rocking my world, I had such a good time with friends and family. Happy Easter to all, and to all a good night.
|Meanwhile Salty keeps taking his handsomeness pills and stealing my heart.|