It was a good Easter weekend. Very busy, but good. We (L and me - but mostly me, me , me) cooked for two days. Saturday I'd planned to make the famous bunny cake and the vegetable quiche, leaving the potatoes and chicken for Sunday. In between I'd planned on getting the three tables set and ready.
Good enough planning, or so I thought. At 7:30am on Saturday my aunt called wondering if we could help her with some things she was bringing in from Hemet to her storage unit. Such bad timing, but I couldn't say no. When she finally got in the area, she called, saying she was lost and couldn't find the storage place, so I had her come to my house instead where we'd figure it out. When she arrived, she realized she didn't have the key to her storage space. She'd left it. In Hemet. To make a long story short, what should have taken about 45 minutes ended up taking almost 3 hours by the time we made a bunch of calls and ended up renting a new unit to put her things in. I was thinking that it all made up for the time I threw up on her bed when I was about four. Yeah - she's put up with a lot from me over the years, so one hot, frustrating afternoon is the least I can do.
By Saturday night, the quiche was made, and it looked really good. The bunny cake was... well... a little over cooked. Sadly, the recipe I was following was for a 10 cup bundt cake mold. My total mold was 9.5 cups (it includes two bunny halves and two Easter egg halves) so I didn't give it any more thought. But I should have. It was supposed to bake for an hour, but I should have taken into consideration that the bunny mold is not as dense as a bundt mold - especially the ears. The crispy, burnt little ears. Well, at least they didn't break off coming out of the pan, which is what they did the last time I made the cake. A little too brown, ears definitely brown and crispy, but the cake overall was still lemony good. And after the lemon glaze was added, it was really good. I wrapped it up for the night, deciding to do the filling and put it together on Sunday. I limped off to bed on my sore little dogs. They were really barking.
Sunday morning dawned, and I kept hoping someone would tell me to stay home from church. (No one did.) And that's a terrible thing to admit on the 2nd biggest religious holiday of the year, but I was soooo tired. But you'll be proud of me - I was up and ready and off we went. And it was a beautiful day, the choir was lovely at church, and I was glad I'd made the effort. It was easy to remember why we celebrate Easter after such a lovely morning. In between yawns, anyway...
After church things kicked into high gear. We peeled 5 pounds of potatoes and sliced them on the mandoline I'd gotten for Christmas. What a great tool that is! Slightly trecherous, but great! The potatoes were sliced in 2 seconds, and we had two pans of scalloped potatoes ready in no time. L took over searing the chicken while I got the third table set and ready.
Next, I decided to fill and complete the infamous bunny cake. I'd had the idea to use sweetened mascarpone cheese on one half and lemon curd on the other and then put them together. In my head it tasted and looked amazing. It ended up being a very bad, very horrible idea. It tasted great - yes it did. But I didn't realize that mascarpone cheese is way too wimpy and runny. I should have used cream cheese because it would have held up. As it was, it looked like poor bunny's innards were pouring out. And underneath his little cottontail, there was a very unfortunate pool of blended mascarpone cheese and lemon curd that looked a little like the runs. I'd planned on having it out on display on the cake plate, but I hid it in the fridge instead. I had my mom help me cut and serve it, she being handy with a knife and all, and even she laughed when she saw poor sick little bunny cake. *hanging head in shame*
But sliced up and served with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, it was delicious so all was well. A good ending to a good time together. And I have to apologize to you, dear readers. I took pictures of two of the tables. I took pictures of the eggs we colored on Saturday night. (A couple were marbelized a la Martha Stewart - are you impressed?)
And I had my camera ready and waiting when everyone arrived. But from the time my parents arrived to the time the last guest left, I never gave the camera another thought. So no pictures of family at all. *sad face* I need my daughter to move back here from Massachusetts just to take pictures and document family gatherings because clearly, I cannot be depended upon.
I'm glad I decided to have everyone over. In particular I enjoyed having my brother and his wife over. It gave me that "we need to do this more often" feeling. I had fun getting to know Ashley's brother Ben - I liked him a lot. So easy to be around - he kind of charmed everyone. I wish everyone lived closer so we could be a huge gang, but I'm grateful for the ones who do still live close by.
And now, back to routine. Moving on from bunnies and baskets. But it sure was fun while it lasted.