I never quite know what to do with Easter. Usually we get invited to some egg hunt or other and we eat some chocolate, but yesterday we woke up, and the girls said, “Isn’t it Easter?” and we said, “Yes! Let’s eat eggs!”
And so we did. It was not our finest holiday moment.
Last year, we celebrated with the butter lamb, and that made me feel quite festive. Marya came and taught us how to turn butter into art (or rather, lambs), and the holiday was joyous and covered in butter. I swore that I would carve a lamb from butter every year, even though I am neither Catholic nor Polish.
Yesterday, I forgot about the butter lamb. I guess the tradition just isn’t in my blood. Next year.
But today, on this day after the holiday, I thought we’d do a little something special, so that we all can experience the joy of the butter lamb.
Our first butter lamb came home with Joey when he taught Marya’s daughter years ago. We marveled and cooed over it, and wondering what its story was, we did some research.
That is one fabulous thing to google. And to lift my spirits (as it did then too) I googled that lamb today.
Here it is… the best of the butter lambs.
This is from Patti at Comfy Cuisine. I love the parsley in the mouth. It’s a “grass fed” butter lamb.