Easter Redux

Paul and I didn't do too much to mark the passing of Easter 2010. Which frankly, after watching all of the TV chefs make gorgeous hunks of ham and spring-inspired side dishes to commemorate the day, I regretted. The lovely Tamsin had brought us Cadbury's Mini Eggs over from London the day before so we at least had some sort of holiday-appropriate food, but it was a bit of a poor showing.


So we hosted sort of a gothic version of easter the following day to make up for it.


In place of a bouquet of pastels, I could not resist these deeply funereal purple tulips.



In place of a spring ham and peas, I made just about the hottest Thai curry I've ever had out of one of my favorite cookbooks Hot Sour Salty Sweet. I nearly blew our poor friend Laurie's head off with it, but Paul and our friend John were in heaven. Who knew that extreme spice would be so popular with the men?


And for dessert, Paul brought home quite the spectacle. An eighteen inch tall chocolate rabbit dressed in hip hop gear. We ate part of the head off and laid it to rest in peace in our refrigerator.



Four days later, only his feet remain.