Most of the time, when planning a celebratory meal, my planning process is like this: "Oh, that sounds good, I'll make that." And I repeat that. Several times. At the end of the meal, we're all stuffed and have tons of leftovers. And then I start mentally calculating how many sticks of butter or dozens of eggs or cups of cream were in that meal.
This year, I attempted to put some sanity in the Easter brunch. A few days before Easter I sent my menu ideas to my family and asked if there was anything else that they wanted. In my efforts to simplify, I replaced Eggs Benedict with just poached eggs. That was my big simplification.
But the emails started to come in (actually, I don't think I've ever been on an email thread with my wife and kids that had as much discussion). Restoring Eggs Benedict was a common theme, which evidently even boiled over to IRL discussions between my wife and kids during carpools. I did forget a few important things, strawberries and shrimp cocktail and my wife has to have her breakfast sausage. So, I added those items and got confirmation from our oldest son that he'd make cinnamon rolls. It was going to be a good one.
Even our 10 year old got into it. Upon hearing that our oldest was going to make cinnamon rolls, he asked if he could make something. I tasked him with chocolate fondue.
If you follow my wife on Twitter or Instagram, you've probably already seen some of the pictures. For those that haven't, start drooling.
|@unitedstatesofmotherhood on Instagram|
We barely made a dent in the fruit salad and didn't even cut a slice of the blueberry coffee cake. So, after letting lunch settle, we went for a hike to Poo Poo Point.
|Sunset on flickr|
All in all, it was a very enjoyable Easter day.