Easter

So this marks the first Easter since Joanne has been gone. My first Easter where I didn't get my obligatory Peeps. And even though James wanted to buy me some, I just didn't figure that my diet had enough room for all that marshmallow sugary goodness.

When you are as "in to" food as I am, by which I mean obsessed about it: eating it, when you are going to eat it next, what you are putting into your body, how to avoid the next sugar low, how to eat chocolate without getting too much of a sugar high, what's for dinner, what's for lunch, what is my 3pm "tea time" snack going to be....you see how closely related food is to my overall general well-being. And I've come to realize that when it comes to holidays, and the massive amounts of food that Americans eat to celebrate, I am just another one of those lemmings who associates food to celebration. And I've decided I'm okay with it. Because the only way for me to keep Joanne in my memories is to honor her with traditional food items that remind me of good times.

So for Easter I made her ham (scored with whole cloves, mustard and brown sugar packed on top), new potatoes, asparagus with hollandaise sauce, and of course, crescent rolls. LOVE crescent rolls. No holiday dinner in my house is complete without Crescent Rolls. And it was a nice dinner that James & I enjoyed together. But when James left early, it's when I got a little sad that this was my first Easter without Joanne. Because no one bought me jellybeans (which I hate) for herself on the pretense of buying them for me.