I am the mother of four married sons and when it comes to holiday dinners, I never get first pick of date or time. That is, I never INSIST on my first choice; sometimes I get it accidentally. The role of the mother of married sons is to keep her mouth shut.
Okay, I haven't exactly done that either. I couldn't keep my mouth shut if my full and overblown lips were stapled with a nail gun.
What I'm trying to get to is Easter Dinner was held on Saturday night at my house. Because it was Saturday and not Sunday, something snapped in my head and said that we could do something more casual. So I made lasagna and a large murky looking salad. The center piece was three red geraniums in a basket and a platter of Mini's cupcakes, which looked very Easterish but tasted a little like antifreeze, especially the blue one. (This has not kept me from eating several of them over the last few days) I also made my own cupcakes with a chocolate buttercreme frosting that is literally to die for (three sticks of butter).
Tom did the shopping and came home with spiced sausage for the lasagne. Very spiced sausage. Blow-your- head-off-spiced-sausage. He is not supposed to make these decisions. He is supposed to buy what is on the list!
As cooking goes, I am inconsistent at best. I hated the spicy lasagne. And I made the salad too early and it grew gray over the afternoon. So did my mood. I have 10 place settings of sterling silver, but there were 12 seated at the table and so I thought to myself that we would only use forks. This was wrong-headed and looked stupid.
The family comes. They eat. We have fun, because they are all fun people, but--
On Sunday night, I'm on Facebook and I find Easter photos of my friend's Easter dinner and the table is respendent with flowers, silver and china. Her husband sits at the end of the table wearing a pink tie that matches the flower arrangement and she wears a pink jacket. The children are dressed like royalty. I feel like a complete failure. I know how to set a table and how to do a nice job. We should have had ham with raisin topping and hot cross buns and asparagus. We should have had an Easter Dinner. Don't try making me feel better, because I already do. I'm feeling just fine. There's always another Easter. Next year I'm leaving town.