After extensive pondering, I recently made a conclusion about holidays: I never get around to blogging about a specific holiday until long after it’s gone. Just when people are wrapping up their Thanksgiving posts, I’m all “Oh hey! Let’s talk about what I did on the fourth of July!” 
I like to think of it as my own unique branding of blogging. 
Easter was the first holiday we hosted at our house, so we created a small menu in honor of the occasion:
antipasto
chicken soup
roast beef and potatoes
ham and more potatoes
green beans
bread
brownies with cool whip (!!) and sorbet
homemade chocolate and peanut butter eggs
But let’s be honest. Last year it was just the two of us and we cooked almost as much food.
We had my father in law, our friends Daniel, Scherrie, Zach and Alex. I like to think I made the life of two single men better because Zach and Alex both left my house with enough food for three meals.
I still like decorating Easter eggs and every year I come up with a new and never before seen decorating method. My bowl of solid colored eggs is proof that, much to my sorrow and a great waste of pins on Pinterest, I ran out of time to do anything fancy. 
Mom and Elizabeth had some decorating time on their hands. Elizabeth texted me this picture on Saturday night. It’s like they turned their marble coffee table into a bowl of eggs. 
After dinner we played Apples to Apples. I won’t say who won, but her name starts with S and she has a tendency to blog about holidays long after they happen. 
Sometime I like to pretend the cards describe the personality of whoever has them. In this particular case I chose not to do so. I have no desire to be aged, confused, insulting, manly, offensive, selfish, or shallow. But I have no problem accepting perfect.