Good Morning, snowbunnies! Yes, I’m looking at an inch or two blanketing my lawns, mocking all the work in the gardens I did yesterday. Michigan! Don’t like the weather? Wait a minute, it will change! The boxed daffodil and hyacinths seem fine this morning, I unboxed them so they could see the sun that’s returned to us today. But I guess I’ll be indoors this weekend, grumblemumble. So let’s cook!

In honor of the Return of the Goddess of Spring, and all those other religious holidays that happen this week, I’m making a nice dinner for family tomorrow. and guess who isn’t coming! yeah! I’m going to make: spiral glazed ham, deviled eggs, a toasted bread with grated cheese and herbs, some stuffing/dressing and a gravy, candied sweet potatoes, a spring herb salad, and a very naughty “skookie” that someone in the family says is just perfect under ice cream. Haven’t made one of those before. I’m also going to try doing crab-stuffed deviled eggs, for the first time. I’m even going to make the mayo from scratch. Here’s the recipie I think I’m going to try:

eggs crabmeat tarragon lemon juice mayo cayenne pepper hot pepper oil shallots

Forgive me, I never measure ingredients and tend to do all that sort of thing by hand/eye.

What are you cooking this weekend? Is it special for you? Here’s where I will get all soft and mushy about religion: when it comes to excuses to load up the table and eat (like) a pig, they sure are handy providing ones upon which everyone can agree. The ancients did us all a favor by establishing that concept firmly, regardless of changes in faith/belief/style of huckstering. The turn of the seasons is a good time to “thank the gods” for life, change (heh), and the comforts we enjoy as rich Americans.

…and fwiw, today I’m going to do a little “service” for the less fortunate, because that should be part of any religious holiday as well as the feasting. Of course, as an atheist I have no ethics or moral values, so I’m sure I’ll just be corrupting some unsuspecting poor person who would be better served at a Salvation Army table than mine.