Sun Sun Sun, Here it Comes!

My Curious Easter meal plating - Cornish Hen (half), smashed crockpot taters and sauteed asparagus. I'm not sure how to feel seeing her sitting there on her side like she's waiting for a shot in his arse.  

I made two hens but they were chubby gals and one was good for two portions.  I was especially pleased with my pan gravy.  I love the slightly sweet meat on these special birds but P said he'd rather have chicken.

The funny thing about Easter in New York is that it brings to mind lillies, tulips, and daffodils.  The picture of springtime, but in reality all the trees are still completely bare.  Nothing is green aside from these first blooming trees and flowers.  Such a stark contrast that one can become absolutely giddy at their site, especially against the deep blue sky.  

I used to wonder why the baby Jesus was born in the dead of winter and then died on the cross in spring. But the big reveal of Easter makes sense in the overall story line and provides that dramatic finale season ending to the most incredible story ever told.

Don't You Remember You Told Me You Love Me Baby

When performing an act of kindness, P likes to say 'it's the Least he can do'.  He says it twice to emphasize the true meaning of his statement. And I'm halfway joking when I say he lives by this regarding the little extras.  Those small things people do for each other that make life a little more special and enjoyable.  Niceties, they were once called.  Oh he does them, but as he says, the minimum.

Sunday I worked a long shift and for the first time in a lot of Easters, I didn't make a big meal, nor did we go out to eat.  I asked P if he could be responsible for the meal and I figured we'd have pizza slices when I got home but instead he actually made dinner, from scratch.  And it was really good!  The pork steak was cooked to perfection, marinated and seasoned well.  I was so stunned.  He leads me to believe he's capable of so very little in regards to home effort.  See, this is the bullshit that happens when someone just does enough to get by as a long term method.  You get so grateful and giddy sitting there with your lowered standards.  Being a husband is a different type of skill set.  He gets away with a lot. 

You know what got away from me this year?  Time.  Here it is Easter Sunday in spring.  I blinked and the first blooms showed up and like magic I look around and there are buds everywhere.

My bruddah holding an Easter basket on Sunday.  He's someone's husband and my guess is he gets away with murder on the regular.