Think Spring

 The plastic footed bowl was a dollar. Once I get some cellophane wrap and a bow on these, I think it will make a nice presentation as Easter gifts. This was the trial run, which means we have to eat these ourselves. Oh, the sacrifices I'm willing to make.

 I really adore those food colouring markers for small details. Piping whiskers on bunnies isn't the best use of my time. The "give away" ones will be more meticulously decorated.

Danny was pleased to hear that unlike most things I bake close to Thursday, these aren't headed to the library. I mean, the look of relief on the kid's face-you'd think we don't feed him or something.

With Easter and Passover overlapping this year, it is going to be an effort juggling things. Personally, I'm not religious, but I do try to respect people's cultural traditions. Most multi-faith things can get combined reasonably well, but I don't think you can bake a paska out of matzo meal. Can you? Maybe? No, no. Of course you can't. I can't. Probably. Shit, I know where this is headed.

Completely unrelated-we have a breeding pair of robins nesting in our tree. They visit our feeder several times a day to kick everything they don't like off the platform, and fly away with the raisins. Now the female has taken to perching on the feeder, and peering in our window as if to scold us that there weren't enough raisins. She isn't eating, she's just sitting there like a spoiled child. They've arrived at the idea we're a café. Perhaps she'd like a cup of tea as well.