Holy Saturday
It has been predicted that Easter will be very wet and rainy, as the last few days have been. There have been momentary sunbreaks and I'm hoping for at least 2 more of them: one so The Spouse can mow the lawn and one for the egg hunt tomorrow morning. I'm not holding my breath relative to the first. As for the second, theoretically, we can have the hunt inside. Only 3 children are involved. But it's just more fun, I think, to find an Easter egg in a tulip than a tea cup.
I successfully retrieved the BAH and am happy to report that the jelly beans are true jelly beans. Other than that, yesterday was fairly slow and solemn, as befitting Good Friday. Today is another matter.
I love Holy Saturday, the spring-time equivilent of Christmas Eve. It will be a day of clattering pots and excellent smells what with dying eggs, baking hot cross buns, roasting beets, toasting bruschetta bread, cobbling up pate sucree, zesting lemons, blanching asparagus, juicing blood oranges, turning pecans into pralines and steeping slices of Meyer lemon in sugar syrup. And I may mix up the dough for the molasses biscuits.
I love getting the festal prep work done well in advance of the meal, for two reasons. First, the more I get done now, the more time I have to spend with dinner guests tomorrow. (Fairly obvious but you'd be surprised how many parties I missed before I figured that out). Second, if I don't have a handle on the feast then I won't be able to indulge in that most important of Easter traditions, Mommy's Long Nap.
There is only one logistical challenge facing me this year. Historically, I go to the Easter Vigil on Saturday. The rest of the family goes to the 8 o'clock Mass on Sunday, during which time I aid and abet the Easter Rabbit. But this year we're all going to the Vigil. The Child is very excited to be considered grown-up enough for a 3 hour evening service. The Spouse is looking forward to sleeping in on Easter Sunday, for a change. But I have to figure out a way to hide eggs before brunch that won't involve getting up at the crack of dawn. And once again I think to myself, "Well, dang, if that's your biggest problem...."
Labels: feasts, festival day
cobbled together by Moi at 9:03 AM
7 Comments:
Happy Holy Saturday Nayb - re: the egg hiding dilemma, you can always do what I did in the years the Dear Ski Bums were small: stop at Long's Drugstore on the way home after the Vigil (usually about 12:30 am) pick from the scant remnants of sugared Easter commercialism, and come home to leave jelly bean trails from their rooms to the Easter Baskets, finally falling into bed around 2. I'll be up tonite and will even help - I miss those dang Bums this time of year....
Neighb, I already have the Easter stuff...the problem is that she'll be with me after the Vigil and home in the a.m... how to sneak it past her under those conditions?
Just wanted to wish you a Happy Easter! Have fun with the egg hunt, it's going to be a late night (followed by an early morning?)
I'm considering moving back to Seattle so as to 'invite' myself over for one of your feasts. That all sounds so yummy! (it took every fiber of my being not to say eggcellent)
Now, about the 'hiding the goods' condundrum:
how uncomfortable are you with slipping The Child a mickey?
And this is reason #713 why Angela will not be pro-creating. Have a great holiday!
Tranquilizer darts. The Child will sleep for hours.
Cheers to the certain success of your latest feast. Beware that if you keep discussing these events in such great detail that I will surely soon be moving into that house across the street.
JA & jpdc, Promises, promises.
Hina: Thanks for the good wishes. I'm already looking forward to my afternoon nap tomorrow!
Angela and I were posting our comments at the same time, and said pretty much the same thing. That is both highly amusing and little bit eerie.
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