Easter solitude, amen

It was with very slightly mixed feelings but mostly really excited ones, that I just bid my three guys adieu. They are headed to Easter lunch with T’s parents, and I am staying home, inspired by my mother’s admonishment that I really need a day (or 12) off. Have y’all seen any Louis C.K. comedy? He’s hilarious although sometimes he goes down the crass road even too much for my sailor-mouthed, potty-talk-appreciating sense of humor. Nonetheless, T and I recently watched his show on fatherhood, and at one point he talks about savoring the little moments of quiet that you get for yourself: “you know, when you have them buckled in their car seats, and you close the back doors, and you have that brief moment until you open the driver-side door” (to paraphrase this part of the sketch). Well, that’s pretty much all I’ve gotten lately, and me old reservoir is pretty parched.

So, I am enjoying a ham-free lunch and the beautiful solitude that is your own house when you’re in it and no one else is.

Such beautiful produce from the market this morning. My own garden is looking fabulous too- the p

Such beautiful produce from the market this morning. My own garden is looking fabulous too- the potatoes seem to be going nuts, in a good way, as does most everything. I’d be so thrilled to finally have some successes this year. The sun is out and it’s a warm, beautiful day.

We’re heading to my in-laws’ house for Easter lunch. I’m going to do a quick pan glaze on these little carrots, and we bought a beautiful loaf of fresh bread- Struan, it’s Celtic and yummy. I detest ham so will be opting away from the old Easter ham, but veggies and bread are good for me.

For tonight, I’m thinking fresh pizza or a leek tart. Have a good one!

We did decide to grill, but not BBQ. Thus, Russian fingerlings and brussels sprouts with leftove

We did decide to grill, but not BBQ. Thus, Russian fingerlings and brussels sprouts with leftover chimichurri, and alder-planked salmon with a maple-ginger-garlic glaze. Delish!

I love brussels sprouts SO much that they caused me to accidentally overdose my new baby. When Jack was three months old -coincident with October and the advent of fall and root vegetables which immediately makes me want to roast them all- and I was still exclusively nursing him, I caused him major gastric distress because my milk was so chock full ‘o sprouts fiber. The lactation consultant was like, “hello, you cannot eat 1 lb of brussels sprouts in a day while nursing.” Hello, 1st child. I didn’t know that!