All I know is that I'm going to leave the cooking to others, and I'll probably go over the top on the blood of Christ.
I will also probably fill up on the dude's body, but will continue to eat anyway (this is related to the blood thing).
Make sure to have some Peeps for dessert. PEEPS.
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A hiney bird is a bird that flies in perfectly executed, concentric circles until it eventually flies up its own behind and poof! disappears forever....
-Ken Harrelson
I'm not cooking either, for the first time in years. Hubby and 3 of the kids are going to the Braves game, so oldest daughter and I are having brunch at the club.
I am told that Peeps taste better after a year's storage so tomorrow I'm bringing out the ones I hid to see.
Otherwise--all 13 kids and son-in-law and at least 1 boyfriend will be here for our annual Easter cookout! And our twilight Easter egg hunt with glow-in-the-dark eggs! And we are going to freeze our butts off because the low Saturday night here will be in th mid-twenties. So much for global warning. And our azaleas.
We're going to the ILs so it will be something like:
relish tray
deviled eggs
smoked ham
mashed potatoes
scalloped corn
freezer rolls
jello salad
some other sort of salad involving cauliflower, broccoli and mayo
Pie
Wine (including some of Uncle Walt's homemade stuff)
All the candy I'm putting in my son's basket because a 13-month-old really shouldn't have chocolate and it's my right as a parent to eat it.
Standard midwestern farm fare.
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It's gonna be a hootenanny.
Or maybe a jamboree.
Or possibly even a shindig or lollapalooza.
Perhaps it'll be a hootshinpaloozaree. I don't know.
So much for global warning. And our azaleas.
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