My life in Portland as a homemaker. I am a grateful and blessed to be the mother of two sons with another baby due in July. I love old houses, old stuff, reviving Catholic feast days, tea, and Mah Jongg.
We've had a bit of a crazy weekend due to illness and getting ready for the holiday. I was able to run errands on Saturday and put out some Easter decorations. I found this nest on the sidewalk at some point during my childhood in Irvington and have been saving it all these years. I haven't used it to decorate in almost as long, but decided it would look cute in the Longaberger wreath basket filed with some moss. I added some faux birds and eggs to complete the spring scene and some tulips from the garden. It has been raining so much recently I was a little afraid the tulips would all be destroyed before Easter.On Saturday night I made a quiche for Easter breakfast and the lamb cake for dinner. I used the quiche Lorraine recipe from Mr. W's Glorious French Food by James Peterson and it was much more of a white custard than the mini quiches from Costco et al that I'm accustomed to being served. I added Canadian bacon and asparagus to the recipe. Since I made it the night before, we were able to reheated it briefly in the oven giving us ample time to get to 11 o'clock Mass.After Mass and brunch with the family at my uncle's house we returned home and Mr. W set about preparing our Easter feast. Rack of lamb with, potatoes fried in goose fat, and sauteed asparagus. Again I think all the recipes are found in Peterson's French cookbook. I set the table with my great aunt Frances' pale green lily of the valley table cloth and her Lu Ray dishes. The pastel colors seem so very appropriate for the spring. Most of the pieces I inherited from her, but I filled in a few of the serving pieces thanks to ebay. We were too full to touch the cake after our day of continuous feasting.There was a plastic Easter egg hunt that my aunt put together after brunch, but last year I decided that it would be best to have our own egg hunt on Easter Monday. Easter Sunday is such a busy day as it is and since I hope to send our children to parochial school, I know they'll always have Easter Monday off. For simplicity, I dyed the eggs myself Sunday night and then hid them in the garden so the littlest W could do his hunting. He enjoys it so much and both years I have been able to get it accomplished between rain showers. Then we have colorful egg salad sandwiches for lunch. The only downside is that Mr. W doesn't get to watch both egg hunts. Maybe in the future he'll decide to take Easter Monday off too.