Easter 2010

I am not religious.  I do not really do Easter.  However, Mr. Peaches is religious.  Catholic, to be precise, and he became Catholic as an adult, which I think comprises .0028% of all Catholics.  He goes to Mass each week and changes his life around for Lent.  Although I don't share it, I'm proud of his commitment and so last weekend we decided to share a special Easter meal.  

It began in the kitchen, and I was very excited because we have three large windows in our kitchen, a ceiling fan, and a back door.  It was bright and beautiful and I wore flips.

Mr. Peaches stuffed our pork tenderloin with fresh cilantro and tons just the right amount of garlic.  Then, just a like a pro, Mr. Peaches tied it all up with Butcher's twine.

My only job, besides dancing with Mr. Peaches in the kitchen on demand, was to peel the sweet potatoes.  I realize how ridiculous this sounds, but my name is Ms. Peaches and I had never used a potato peeler.

Hello, Ms. Peaches.

Hi, everyone.

I mention this because here's what happened next:

You see, apparently potato peelers are sharp.  It's difficult to see here, but I considered myself lucky when I only cut off 1/3 of my fingernail- instead of 1/3 of my thumb.


After recovering from my injury, I- like the champ that I am- even finished the potatoes.  With marshmallows and everything.

Here's what the final meal looked like:

And we finished every bite.

A few hours later I got a brownie craving- so we made our first-ever batch from scratch and they were phenomenal.  Ask me to use a potato peeler and no-can-do, but give me some flour and sugar and I can do some damage in the kitchen- the good kind for once.

If you celebrate, I hope you had a Happy Easter, Dear Reader- and if not, I hope you enjoyed your Sunday.