Whew! I am exhausted! The sweat has stopped dripping down my scalp and between my upper nether regions, and has now dried to a salty film on my face, and soaked into my foundation garment.
I've been cooking Easter dinner.
Yes, right now it's 11:20 on Thursday night, and I have finally reached a stopping point. No, I'm not such a bad cook that I need to start my Easter dinner four days ahead. We are having our Easter dinner on Friday. That's today! We're probably chowing down as you read this.
Even odder than Easter dinner on Friday is the fact that I am going to all this trouble when the only people at our holiday table will be Farmer H, and Mrs. Hillbilly Mom herself. The #1 Son has to be at his computer screen to do some business with Missouri Boys State on Sunday evening. He works there every summer, and sometimes gives presentations and works at fundraisers throughout the year. He's a giving-back-er. Since it would not be feasible for him to cut short his trip home for Easter dinner, we are meeting him on Saturday to take him out for a meal. Oh, and he made sure that I knew he was perfectly willing to help dispose of some Easter leftovers. Which he named in detail. How could I deny my boy his favorites?
The Pony is not making the trip home because OU already had their spring break (during which he did not come home, either, but we pressed on from Casinopalooza for a visit). If he drove home Saturday, it would take 9 hours. Then after eating dinner on Sunday, he would have to drive 9 hours back. He's not even getting leftovers. However...I mailed him an Easter basket. Make that an Easter box.
My back is in a spasm right now from sitting at my grandma's old kitchen table. I really miss my own kitchen table, which was cheaper, yet more solid, having four legs and not a pedestal, and better for pounding those boiled eggs to get them ready for peeling before deviling...but Farmer H decreed that we were putting Grandma's table in the kitchen, and moved mine to the BARn. Or gave it to some random dude at work. You never know.
Anyhoo...tonight I made Farmer H's chocolate (sugar free) pudding pie. And got the green bean bundles (wrapped in bacon, topped with brown sugar and butter) ready to put in the oven for 45 minutes tomorrow. I shredded romaine, diced green onions, thawed some peas, shredded sharp cheddar, diced bacon that I'd baked on top of yukon gold potatoes and baby carrots and onions with Hidden Valley Ranch powder sprinkled over, and put together my 7-Layer Salad.
Everything is pretty much under control, save for the baking of the ham(s) and green bean bundles and frozen rolls, and the deviling of the eggs.
In fact, by the time you read this, it'll be all over but the eatin'!