I lust after the Breclaw Easter dinner menu. Dream about it. Love it. But since high school, there has been precious few years I've journeyed North to celebrate the holiday. Joyously, this year Papa and Gramma decided to make an impromptu Easter visit, bringing along all of the goodies.
What's on the menu? Well, it's a "traditional" polish Easter feast (read - there is a lot of meaning and symbolism behind everything, most of which I forget, but you can check out here) but like wigilia, we've modified the offerings a titch.
This year... Four kinds of kielbasa, ham, veal, lamb, homemade cheese (by Aunt Bobbie), beets & horseradish, hard-boiled eggs, deviled spinach, potatoes boulangee, and rolls.
Althought the majority of the prep took place in Escanaba, we spent Saturday afternoon in the kitchen. Or rather, Grandpa spent Saturday afternoon in the kitchen.
Grandma and Maizey helped with the kielbasa though.
And supervised Dad grilling the lamb.
Who happily endured their critiques.
Maizey took some time out to shovel.
The deck.
Of course.
I just spent time admiring the beautiful table.
Set by Mom/Gramma/Betty.
The butter lamb.
And my gorgeously died brown eggs.
But, the highlight of the meal?
Watching the dessert monster devour her Angel Food Cake.
With whipped cream.
And strawberries.
Family.
Love 'em. (And missed 'em... Uncle Pete...)
(Even Kip got in on the action...)
