Easter

WHAT WE HAD: 

 - some hopeful sprigs of mint

- a healthy batch of parsley

- 18 boiled eggs  

- 12 raw eggs

- 2 sweet potatoes

- paprika

- sourdough pasta bought on a whim yesterday

 - a bit of cream cheese in the bottom of the container

- boullion

- a cold downpour

WHAT WE DID: 

- ate candy

- moped and whined

- pushed an update to the App Store

- delivered stuffed plastic eggs to a neighbor

- put Bayboh down for a nap

- rushed out the door, late, with the older two for the neighborhood egg hunt

- ate more candy

- bundled Bayboh and Mommy for a jog to the grocery store

- laundry

WHAT WE BOUGHT: 

- fresh peas in shells

- sliced mushrooms

- shredded mozzarella

- a bottle of Pinot Gris

WHAT WE WERE GIVEN: 

- warm sunshine with misty rain sparkling in the air

- a screaming fit from one over-sugared and under-fed Screamy McScreamypants (the older one)

WHAT WE ATE: 

- pasta with fresh peas, sautéed mushrooms, green onions, mint, parsley, and a dash of cream cheese and boullion, topped with chopped hard boiled eggs, and, well, a splash of Pinot Gris

 - sweet potato skillet (but I forgot the initial microwave step; don't forget that; it's important)

- deviled egg boats, which our children may now forever know as "Boaty McBoatface" eggs because of the

- bottle of Pinot Gris

And now these moments pass into memory.   The season turns again and life goes on. 

But I want it remembered that, although we had no plan until after noon and the Pinot Gris played a major role, "I crushed it!" as far as Easter dinner goes, as long as the guidelines are "something fresh" and "use up some boiled eggs, for heck's sake".   Which are totally the guidelines, right?