Easter-antics

You had your choice of potato casserole, egg casserole,

deviled eggs, cinnamon rolls, mixed fruit and

as an encore, a bite-size serving of Mimi.

Charlie really took to the sparkling cider and has

since entered outpatient cider rehab.

Peep Pool.

Tiny chicks running amuck among the catgrass.

Don't ask.

It isn't complete without an egg hunt.

Or tulips. I mean, duh!

The caake. Pronounced "cauke".

We'll discuss the cauke a little later, MOM.

Boy stuff.

Secrets.

Pretty ladies.

The reason.

Or maybe, this is the reason.

Mmmm....chocolate.

The Cauke. This is the fabulous cake that my Mom has made

for every birthday since I can remember. It is Finnish,

and you know how the Finns like their drinky-drinky.

This cake is made with, or so my mom SWEARS, 1/2 cup of Grand Marnier.

Except, it tastes like it is made with 1/2 gallon or 1/2 whiskey barrel or maybe even a whole effing distillery of Grand Marnier.

Krissy and I simultaneously took a bite, looked at each other as if we sent our children into a burning building and ran toward our

offspring as they scooped the first forkful into their sweet innocent

mouths....both screaming "Noooooo, don't eat the bottom layers!!!!!" as this is

where the booze saturated the cauke in a big, drunk way.

Our mom in the backround proclaiming in her sweet voice...

"it only has 1/2 cup of alcohol in it!"

Ok MOM, she who also drank coffee on a regular basis since she was two, we'll

take it from here.

It was fabulous, especially followed up with a nice long nap.

Happy Easter!