I was up in the wee small hours doing food preparation.
I was actually enjoying hard boiling eggs and then making deviled eggs.
I was really liking adding fresh scallion at the end.
I was just chewing up the part of the scallion where I cut but didn't use.
My mouth is singing with scallion now.
I put little scallion confetti on top of my deviled eggs to devil them even more.
I don't mix them in just in case people want to scrape them off.
If it's too much hot.
I have this great vintage deviled egg plate from the forties.
I filled it and then some.
There is still much food to make.
Duh.
Happy Easter!
I went out yesterday even though I said I was done shopping for Easter dinner and got lots more pastries and artisan breads and such.
And I only have six people to feed beside myself.
Probably I am overthinking this.
There will be so much food left lying around.
I got this beautiful spring cake with an orchid worked in icing on top of it.
Alright back to the kitchen.
Hmm...what next?
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Aw! Happy Easter, Kex! xoxoxo
Just checking my e's as the grandmas say.
I hope they don't mean ecstasy.
When they say that.
Because. They're like. grammas and stuff.
Happy Easter, Brooklyn!
I'm worried now that scallion will give people "goat breath."
Cuz goats, like, eat scallion.
I think.
Ho well.
The Amish potato saladiness will probably cover it up some.
And I think goat breath is pagan. It's like spring and pagan and appropriate or something.
It's probably good to have goat's breath at Easter.
It means you're fertile.
But goats have the Devil's eyes.
They really do.
They so got screwed at the great Iris Bestowal.
I wonder if the Primal Goat said at the great Iris Bestowal: "I don't want something ordinary. Hey give me those creepy, rather demonic looking ones. They should make me stand out..."
As if cloven hooves weren't a bad enough start.
And the desire to eat every object on earth.
Those lips, those eyes.
Satan with an eating disorder.
xo xo xo
The o's are Easter eggs today.
The X's are some sort of pagan cross.
xoxoxoxo
those are normal ones
(((Brooklyn)))
Bill, Sounds like a feast at your house...be over around 5.
xoxox ((that's a word))
Peter
Hehe, Peter.
Okays.
Bring balcoholic everages.
xo b
I'mz hungree now! Your deviled eggs sound goooood. Happy Easter! xox
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