We have been a bit overwhelmed with the work of selling our tiny condo and helping our daughter relocate back to Miami to a larger place after living with us this past year, so we didn’t have our usual Easter celebration. Typically, Malcolm’s mom would dye eggs with red onion skins (they look just like the ones in the picture below) and I’d dye a few traditionally colored ones. We’d set a pretty table with dishes bought specially for the occasion at an estate sale many years ago. If they are available, I always add yellow tulips for the centerpiece.
After our meal of lamb kabobs (it’s been mostly beef and chicken for the past few years) a big pot full of rice pilaf and lots of spring salads tossed with tangy dressings, we’d play egg fight. I’m not sure where the game began and why, but somewhere along the way Armenian’s have claimed it as their own.
Everyone at the table chooses an egg, and then we go around the table, smashing into each other. When your egg cracks on both ends you are out of the game. If your egg survives, you go on to hit the next person’s egg, and so on. The last egg, unbroken on at least one end, wins the prize. Now, of course, a close inspection of the winning egg must be done by an elder member of the family to ensure a fair game. Clear nail polish is barely detectable by the way. Wink, wink 🙂
Even though there was no family gathering, no egg fight and not even a dyed egg this year, Malcolm made the day special for us. Morgan and I had spent most of Saturday afternoon and several hours on Sunday morning packing boxes and organizing everything in the condo for the movers to pick up on Friday. After texting that we were on our way home, tired and starving, we settled into the two hour drive.
Imagine our surprise when we walked into the house and noticed a beautifully decorated spring table and the aroma of delicious food wafting through the air. After taking a few minutes to shower and dress for the occasion, we sat down to an unexpected and very much appreciated Easter celebration. Too famished to even think of taking photos, I did manage to get one of the centerpiece on Monday morning. I added lemons and limes to the display after reading Erica’s post, “When Life Hands Me Lemons”. Leave it to Malcolm to make lemonade!
Signs of Spring
In addition to the photo of the yellow and white centerpiece, I am also sharing this recipe for the very festive and delicious tasting yellow beet salad Malcolm made. I wish I had thought to take a picture, but it looked much like the one I borrowed from the recipe.
An unexpected Easter celebration, the remembrance of family traditions and a thoughtful, loving husband is what made me smile this week.
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Donna, at Retirement Reflections just created an opportunity to share What’s On Your Plate on the first Wednesday of each month. Her share this week is Mediterranean Smashed Chickpea Salad which I can’t wait to try. I think Malcolm’s Spring Salad (link to recipe above) will fit nicely on her table.