Easter Weekend

I managed, by reading some of The Good Good Pig in the middle of the night, to sleep until 6:30 this morning. I've decided to make this a relaxed holiday so I'm not scrubbing the kitchen floor or any of that malarky. In some parts of the world people manage to serve an Easter dinner in a house with a dirt floor so I don't think I have to go nuts.

We're going to get Tiffany later and she likes to stop at the OK Corrall for dinner. They make those skinny onion rings (haystacks they call them) with a remoulade sauce. Here's Emerill's recipe:
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
3/4 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup chopped onion
1/2 cup chopped green onions
1/4 cup chopped celery
2 tablespoons chopped garlic
2 tablespoons prepared horseradish
3 tablespoons Creole whole-grain mustard
3 tablespoons prepared yellow mustard
3 tablespoons ketchup
3 tablespoons chopped parsley leves
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1/8 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
Combine all ingredients in the bowl of a food processor and process for 30 seconds. Use immediately or store. Will keep for several days in an airtight container in the refrigerator.

I'm not sure the OK Corrall goes to all this trouble, but maybe. Emerill serves it with shrimp. We went to the OK Corrall once and they had a group of Old West re-enactors. It was like stepping onto the set of Gunsmoke, ladies dressed like saloon girls and men in cowboy hats packing six-guns. They looked very authentic from what I know of the Old West (Gunsmoke).

There is a minus 4 windchill today which is darn cold for this time in April. No Easter egg hunts outside this year. I took my kids when they were little to one Easter egg hunt, found it really uncivilized and never took them to another one. Now I can feel guilty for all the things my kids didn't get to do because they had a mother who didn't like over-stimulation and big crowds. We never went to Valley Fair or the Wisconsin Dells. We went to the State Fair a few times but I was not a good sport about it. Bad mother. Now I'm going to read Joyce Sutphen's poem Things You Didn't Put on Your Resume.

Things You Didn't Put On Your Resumé
by Joyce Sutphen.
(Not) used with permission from the poet

Things You Didn't Put On Your Resumé

How often you got up in the middle of the night
when one of your children had a bad dream,

and sometimes you woke because you thought
you heard a cry but they were all sleeping,

so you stood in the moonlight just listening
to their breathing, and you didn't mention

that you were an expert at putting toothpaste
on tiny toothbrushes and bending down to wiggle

the toothbrush ten times on each tooth while
you sang the words to songs from Annie, and

who would suspect that you know the fingerings
to the songs in the first four books of the Suzuki

Violin Method and that you can do the voices
of Pooh and Piglet especially well, though

your absolute favorite thing to read out loud is
Bedtime for Frances and that you picked

up your way of reading it from Glynnis Johns,
and it is, now that you think of it, rather impressive

that you read all of Narnia and all of the Ring Trilogy
(and others too many to mention here) to them

before they went to bed and on way out to
Yellowstone, which is another thing you don't put

on the resumé: how you took them to the ocean
and the mountains and brought them safely home.