April 1, 2013





It's been a heavy couple of weeks, hasn't it?  I've said before that God gives you the Lent that you need.  Don't want to take on many difficult sacrifices?  No problem.  He will send you "blessings" in droves.  And this year he sent the droves to me all Lent long, concluding with another accident on Good Friday with a kitchen-implement-of-torture.  Again.  For the umpteenth time.  I have cut myself in the kitchen before (hazard of spending any time there), but maybe twice in my life.  But two serious-ish woundings in one six week period?  Highly suspect.  Or perhaps I'm was just extremely clumsy.  Or perhaps the Lord was just telling me how much he loved me.  In which case, I want to thank Him for allowing us to afford non-stick gauze, medical tape, large bandaids, and mountains of polysporin.


Needless to say, I was SO ready for Lent to be over.  
And Spring to arrive.  
And the snow to just go away.  
And Jesus to rise.  

And all my dreams came true this weekend (except for the snow).   

So seeing that it's a happy time and the time of seriousness and sobriety is over, I thought I would post about something fun this week - something important and very close to my heart and stomach.

Food.

We started a tradition a few years back.  A friend had given me a recipe for a highly decadent french toast-type dish.  I'm not sure what it's called but I call it Croissant Cream Cheese Strawberry Yummy-ness Heart Attack On a Plate.  It's so delicious (and did I mention decadent?) that we have it once a year, on Easter Morning.  Jesus trampled on death by death, so I'm not worried about the "heart attack on a plate" part.  Much.  By the way, that is bacon in the background.  Because if you're going down, might as well go down eating bacon.

Of course, that isn't all we had for breakfast.  We supplemented with these:


Because everyone knows that mini eggs are the breakfast of champions.  

After my mini-egg-induced diabetic coma subsided, we joined some students and faculty/staff for a large Turkey-Ham dinner.  There was So. Much. Food.  And I ate.  Lots.  It's Easter after all.


All in all, it was a lovely day.  



Christ is Risen! Truly He is Risen!

4 comments:

  1. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah...what ARE we to do with you? You do realize this is almost a deliberate attempt to tempt us to gluttony? Almost is the operative word here ;) Ever notice how food taste so much better when we partake in a feast for something that is just so totally awesome? Easter dinner is truly a break fast and celebrate!

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    1. Ha! Well OC I always say go big or go home.

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  2. you guys are hilarious! Love the pic of J's belly next to the turkey

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  3. Sorry to hear about the kitchen injury, Sarah!

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