Overheard between husband and wife, "now, no more complaining about me criticizing our past president for too long. people are still complaining about judas two thousand years later. that means i still have plenty of time to harp on our recent past president." to which the wife replied, "but george bush didn't betray jesus"
"yeah but judas didn't pick harriet meier"
today i have lamb stock to strain and defat, tables to set up and to set with tablecloths and linens and china and crystal. tomorrow i get to celebrate easter with my very favorite fellow recovering alcoholics at my house; leg of lamb rosemary garlic style, cooked til fork tender, pork roast with a gravy heavy with paprika and the homemade stock; a snow pudding -- seen on the back of the pecan package weeks ago which has intrigued me. i'll serve it with pureed fresh strawberries, lemon juice and a little sugar. someone's bringing cookies, a potato-cheese casserole, ambrosia, bread, salad, squash casserole, i'm making asparagus, someone's bringing mint jelly and someone else is bringing sacks of ice. these are the people whose words and actions have encouraged me this past year as i trod the sometimes uncertain path of sobriety.
lots to do. more later.
and my very fine daughter took my dear darling son out for a hamburger last night for his 18th birthday in hollywood and tonight they'll gather at a terrific chinese restaurant in brentwood. my nyc daughter has scheduled us for regular video chats - they are the next best thing to having her with me.
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A feast fit for kings.
Happy Easter, mummy.
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