The Gleeful Gourmand: Easter and Kitchen Confessions

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Easter and Kitchen Confessions

I know it's been awhile since I've posted, and I apologize for the lack of content. Between spring break for Liam last week (in which we tried to cram in all the stuff that never gets done during a normal school week), and Easter, and general tiredness from being 6 months pregnant with twins, I've been a little lacking in motivation. Especially with the last reason, in which I sit at my computer and think, I really need to post something, anything, oh hey look! A popsicle! (or any other food at all) - or I start to check e-mail or Facebook and promptly nod off, barely dragging myself to the couch for nap.

Anyway, we had a wonderful Easter at my parent's house with a roasted rack of lamb slathered with lots of olive oil, garlic, and rosemary; roasted baby potatoes in a lemon and thyme dressing; roasted asparagus; and for the crowning moment, my mom's Strawberry Cake which I request every year and consists of angel food cake with fresh whipped cream and strawberries.

Which brings me to a totally random thought. It just occurred to me that my mom breaks one of her own (and Julia Child's) kitchen rules: If something goes wrong, don't say a thing. Nine times out of ten, your guests will never, ever notice. She has always said this to me, and it's always made me feel better about cooking mishaps. But what was the first thing she said when I walked in the door that afternoon? "The top of the cake got burnt!" She blurted out in confession. She couldn't help herself. And of course it tasted divine, and not the slightest bit burnt. That's okay, I'm constantly confessing to her about the ingredients I've forgotten, or the step I missed, also always in a confessional hush. And she always says the same thing: Don't tell anyone and they won't know!

Despite the fact the two of us always know, the taste has never suffered from it.


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