Feaster

We had Easter with Margy's family. The weather was perfect, so we spent lots of time in her parents' yard, admiring the new growth.

Then the niece and nephews arrived, and it was time for an egg hunt. Twenty-four candy-filled plastic eggs hiding out among the grass and bushes. The kids zoomed around with their baskets, poking into every nook and cranny, yet only 23 eggs were found. Perhaps somewhere a groundhog is enjoying a Hershey's Kiss.

Dinner, served with champagne (a family tradition), was a nice leg of lamb cooked by Margy's mom. Margy's sister made a delicious salad with tangerines and black sesame seeds, and her aunt brought a rich potato gratin. I had seconds, but I could have had thirds. And then, after the fruit and homemade berry ice creams, I went downstairs and watched the end of Back to the Future with the kiddies.

McFly!