Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Syrupy Lemon Cake and Easter

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Easter morning came streaming in through my bedroom window in full force. I heard Witt downstairs doing dishes from the night before, an entire kitchen full from my lemon cake extravaganza. It never stops amazing me how Witt gets up full of energy and can do the dishes and get ready for work and hum and practically dance around the living room before 6am. It takes me fourteen tries to drag myself out of bed, grope the room for my robe and stumble down the stairs to find my contacts. When I can finally see, I have used almost all the energy I had planned to get coffee. Still, I manage. Easter morning Witt had to work which made me sad. When he left, I sat on the couch and felt sorry for myself. My family was in Atlanta, all together, opening Easter baskets with my niece and sisters. I could see Ela's excited little face, happily picking out eggs and candy and Lauren taking a thousand pictures. Mom making stevia cinnamon rolls just for Nan and I. My dad reading the Easter story from the bible at breakfast. Getting dressed with my sisters for church. As silly as it sounds, it hurt my holiday spirit that this was the first year I would not get an Easter basket. Life has been so busy I forgot all about it. Lest you think I never grew up (though I don't make any promises) my parents have always given each other baskets when I was a kid. My dad's tradition was to get my mom a new basket each year. It was always a surprise. Some baskets included a window box, a watering can and a big piece of pottery. My parents love traditions. Holidays have always been a big deal. Our family will love them too and we'll have our own traditions. It just takes time. I knew that Witt hated having to work and I knew that next year would be different and that we'd have breakfast together before spending time with our families.








As I was feeling these very un-Easter feelings, I went outside to pick lettuce to take to my in-laws for lunch. The sun was bright on the field behind the house. The grass was green and sparkling from the night before and the wind was just slightly chilly and stirring the ivy. Few cars were going by and it was quiet and peaceful. The lilies were pink and my flowers were drinking up the sun and I guess it just took my breath away for a minute.




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He is risen indeed. So even if I spent Easter morning alone, and got dressed alone, and struggled to zip my thrift store Calvin Klein $5 dress alone (my mom's amazing find!), I wasn't alone. Because this is Easter. The sun casting a shadow from the big stone that was already rolled away.




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I found this recipe on my friend Katerina's blog and I thought it sounded so light and lemony and perfect for Easter. It was, even though mine did not turn out as pretty as hers! My cheapo gas stove top has one setting, boil, and so my candied lemons didn't candy as much as almost burn, twice. And the middle would not cook through. My fault, because I had to keep opening the oven door to scrape some ingrate burnt thing from a past recipe that was smoking and continuing to smoke even after scraping. So finally, in a moment of 10 p.m desperation, I just cut the middle out! It had a nice lemony taste and the syrup looked great and so in the end it turned out fine. Witt gave it a good rating and since Witt is not even a big fan of sweets I am going to say that is a good sign. You can find the recipe here.




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After I got dressed I headed to my mother-in-law Cathy's house and dropped my cake off and rode with her to their church. After church we headed back to their house and I helped put the finishing touches on lunch with some worship Opera in the background while Charlotte had an egg hunt in the yard. Witt got off work and met us at the house and we took some pictures before lunch.




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We had a wonderful lunch of lamb, asparagus, potato and fennel gratin and deviled eggs. It was a delicious time with family.



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After helping with the dishes we headed home to relax, clean up the house a bit and sit outside for some scrabble, something we used to play all the time and hadn't in a while, and a glass of wine.



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I am not saying that Witt looks totally ridiculous here, I just like this quote and it kind of reminds me of his redneck yacht club. That makes me smile. After about half an hour we realized why we stopped playing Scrabble, our attention spans are too short. So we packed it up and headed inside. 

I hope you had a happy Easter!



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