That quote has nothing to do with anything, besides Easter. I just love Grease.
Since we have a rather early Easter this year, I took a look back at our first Easter in our house. I never shared anything here about the first big holiday we hosted for MY side of the family at the house. It was a really nice weekend with my parents, my sister, her boyfriend and some Fitzgeralds and friends peppered in for good measure.
First off, food. There was much and it was good. My sister’s favorite blueberry muffins are always a hit. They are super time-intensive but oh, so worth it.
We had to get fresh bagels for our NJ visitors. We tried a new place and I’m a fan of the proximity to our house and the fact that the gentlemen behind the counter gave me a 13th bagel for luck (Baker’s dozen? Yes, please.).
Barefoot Contessa Greek Panzanella. You must do this, immediately.
I loved having the whole family in the house. We are always very low key when we are together and this weekend was no different. The boys golfed, the women lunched, shopped and walked on the beach.
Our lunch view.
Have I mentioned I love where we live?
When the boys returned, much more sunburned than when they left, we grilled and played games. Every time we have a full house, I feel so blessed that we have this house that fits our family comfortably and that we are able to host.
My family is big on games and we brought our friends in on the tradition. Heads Up is our new favorite, mixed in with old favorites like Cranium.
We also dyed eggs. It’s an Easter tradition!
I don’t think Justin was ready for the intensity of dying eggs with the Burtch family.
And then we satisfied man’s desire to build things and burn things. We now have a make shift fire pit as a place holder until we can get a real one.
On Easter Sunday we went to church and then had to get down to business. The business of football.
And my preferred business. Cooking.
Our feast included ham, Ms. Leslie’s green beans and “Rebecca’s potatoes” (and lots of bread, of course). You know you’ve made it in our family if you have a side dish named after you.
And then. You must know about this. The Annual Easter Egg Roll. It’s a tradition in my family since before I was born. Basically, you choose your best, most favorite hard-boiled, dyed Easter egg. This should be done during the egg dying process. Mine is always a shocking shade of pink.
Then, you pair up, oldest against youngest, get down on the floor and roll your eggs across the floor at each other. The goal is for them to crash into each other. Only one will break! I promise! Try it, you won’t be disappointed.
The winner from each round advances to the next round, and so on and so on.
There will be losers.
And one ultimate winner. Bragging rights included.Happy Easter, everyone!