I hung around the house for a couple of days before Angelica and I went up the hill Friday night to visit the Tates at camp. We talked, ate Sarah's delicious omelettes and banana bread, and went on an Easter egg hunt. It was pretty much perfect.
Saturday afternoon Angelica and I took out the tandem bike my dad picked up off of craigslist. We grabbed a smoothie, then pedalled through the citrus orchards, where we surreptitiously snatched an orange. Uncomfortably appropriate in light of my recent foray through Augustine (he has a pivotal pear orchard experience), but irresistable. All that wasted fruit just lying on the ground . . . but I won't bore you with my justifications.
Easter Sunday we left bright and early for church.
We shared some muffins in the coffee shop upstairs before the service began.
Everyone looked so nice in their Sunday best.
We then headed home to prepare the feast. Okay, most of us did—Rachel and I took off on the tandem for a while. We did return some DVD rentals and pick up a newspaper, though. When we got home, the house smelled scrumptious.
We had ham and turkey, German potato salad, green beans and onions, cucumber salad, and hot cross buns.
I learned this week that hot cross buns are a traditional Easter fixture in England, so Angelica decided to try some out. They were magical—yeasty, raisiny, covered in icing. There were some left over at breakfast, but not for long.
After we ate, we did what we seem to do quite often on holiday afternoons with full bellies—we drove out to the Anza property and climbed on rocks. We marvelled at the tiny bursts of wildflowers carpeting the sandy dirt, so pretty it was almost a shame to walk on them, and watched the sunset reflected on the hills.
When we got home, Dad's apple pie awaited us. We finished the night with his homemade kettle corn and the season of "The Office" that the Tates loaned us. And now it's time to go back to school. Six more weeks . . .
1 comment:
kewl
that was a fun ressurection day
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