This weekend went by way too fast. Nevertheless, good times were had.
Friday I got home from work to find Ace standing at the sink, filling a big pot of water.
"What are you doing?"
"I bought eggs."
"You're boiling eggs?"
Whereupon I launched into my recent scholarship on hard-boiling eggs to perfection. (Start eggs in cold water, bring to boil, boil for 10 minutes, remove and shock immediately.) Ace allowed me to push him aside, which in retrospect I regret, because how delightful is it to come home to someone boiling eggs for Easter?? - and then I had to go and take over his project. (But the eggs were perfect.)
Our CSA started up again, have I mentioned? And it's already strawberry time. So we washed off a quart of berries and walked around the neighborhood like the old people do. There was a guy with his garage door open with sheets of aluminum leaning up against the walls.
"That looks like a wing," commented Ace.
So I shouted: "Are you building an airplane?"
And so we met the neighbor who is building a two seater airplane from a kit.
The rest of the evening was a bust as Ace and I dithered about what fun thing we'd do that evening. Would we crash the Tribe happy hour (soooo farrr awayyy)? Would we go to the drive in (nothing good showing)? What friends we'd go hang out with... I went through the paper and announced that we would lace up our dancing shoes and go learn the Hustle...only to find he'd fallen asleep on the couch. At least I got caught up on my 90210. Silver is totally insane! Then he woke up and we ate salad and watched Risky Business. (He remembered all the plot points except for the prostitution ring; that's the only plot point I remembered. I don't know why Tom Cruise ever got a nose job.)
Saturday started out cloudy with a chill breeze, so I skipped the pool and closed my ears to my bicycle and went to the gym and did a little pre-Easter laying in of foodstuffs. Ace was thinking lamb for Easter, he who doesn't like mint, but they were out of legs so instead I got lamb leg "steaks." I didn't really know what to do with lamb "steaks" but we recently went deluxey mid-week and had real steaks seared up in a skillet that were great - I figured we'd try the same thing. Trader Joe's was giving out their little samples, like they do, and this time it was mashed potatoes and ham. I don't even like ham, usually, because it's so salty, but this was so moist and mild I had to get one.
Upon getting home Ace suggested we invite some people to join us for Easter dinner. It's such a family occasion, plus it was so last minute - I was doubtful anyone wouldn't already be booked. So I e-mailed probably 30 people we both really enjoy, figuring we'd be lucky if we got two takers.
Then we went to sit by the pool. I'm reading Sally Quinn's The Party, a how-to guide for a life I'll never lead, all about how to throw fabulous society functions among the famous and/or influential. The implicit understanding throughout is that you have a ready supply of hired help. She makes the point that you don't want to get a reputation as someone who just invites EVERYONE all the time, because then guests don't feel special for being invited. Point well taken, and I felt bad about the long e-mail To: list I'd just sent.
We jumped in the hot tub and met another neighbor who told a vivid tale of fortunes gained (Multiple homes! World was my oyster! Cheering throngs!) and lost (uncontested divorce). (Message Ace took away from the encounter: I am defensive that I now live in this dump here with people like you. My takeaway was more positive, possibly on account of the casual reference to Lionel Richie. Oh! What a feeling!)
We went to the Empire Tap Room for cocktails, oysters and onion rings, and then went to the Stanford Theater to see King Kong. 'Twas Beauty killed the Beast! I persuaded Ace to stay on for the double feature, Tarzan the Ape Man, whereupon I fell asleep. So instead of gritting it out till the end, we sneaked away for a slice.
Sunday Ace woke up with a "Happy Easter," a glass of pink pomegranate limeade and some early morning seasonal reflection, gazing out the window and eventually turning to me to ask, "Wait. Do bunnies lay eggs?"
Then there was a little swimming, a little tennis.
A little egg dyeing.
I'll never buy an egg dyeing kit again. A tablespoon of vinegar, a few squirts of food coloring, and boiling water to half-fill your little dye baths (those cheapie tea light holders from Ikea - I have a million - were the perfect size), done. And the colors were so vivid!
Do you see these colors??
The only thing the kit is good for is the little wire dipper and the clear crayon. Maybe you could sub with a white candle and a coat hanger. Oh, and the drying rack. I guess that was worth $0.99.
Ace made a variety of bunnies...
...one of which was anatomically correct.
This is my favorite one that he made:
Ace and Chad and I went to Mass at Mem Church and because it was so crowded we sat way up in the rafters. It was fascinating to see all those mosaics up close, some of which, I was surprised to see, were in disrepair. I also decided there were several generations' stained glass iterations. There were a couple that were more in line with the color scheme of the tiles around them, and I thought they were more beautiful. (What do you think? They're the two forward-most windows on the left of the nave). I thought I was being irreverent by joking about how many guys were wearing their Easter uniform (blue shirts and khaki pants), but I guess I was outdone by the gals in front of us who were texting throughout the entire service.
Chad came over bearing challah and marzipan treats, and on account of their having grown up among the Chosen People, he and Ace actually knew the first line of how to bless it.
I really thought it would be just me and Ace and Chad. A couple of people had regretted that they were committed to the Big Wheel race, or, predictably, that they had prior plans.
But then Derek showed up with a good little boy (who was totally just enduring us for the evening) and an embarrassment of fresh strawberries and Christina brought exciting stories of her upcoming trip to Texarkana and MichMad came just in time for dessert with a very welcome dessert wine.
We had curried pumpkin soup (success!), lamb (wasn't great), hamb (eh, not as good as the sample), quinoa-based pasta in pesto (don't recommend: quinoa pasta was mushy and pesto wasn't so hot either), plain steamed broccoli (yay!), fennel/green garlic/leeks in a cream sauce (all kinds of awesome) and a shiraz-based rose wine. Finally, strawberries, apple pie and ice cream!
We never got around to devilling the eggs, despite a specific trip to the store by Ace for Miracle Whip. I kind of enjoyed looking at them too much.
Speaking purely for myself, I really really enjoyed the evening. We sure do know some great people.