Easter Mise en Place (Apr. 10 to 16, ‘017)

Happy early Easter morning.  My little sprouts had me up pre-6am for their egg hunt.  Who designed this torturous holiday?  Let the kids wake up first thing in the morning and have some candy!  The Easter Bunny even thought it would be a good idea to include a couple Nerf guns this year.  What was he thinking?… I’m a little tired and salty.  Anyways, what’s going on?

What’s Going On-

Along with getting up early to chocolate faced children, I was up extra late for game 2 of the Calgary Flames playoff series.  And it wasn’t pretty.  Not due to any lack of effort, but what can only be described as the Disneyland curse.  My beloved Flames have now lost 29 straight games in Anaheim over numerous seasons and playoffs.  Seeing how things turn on a dime and go horribly wrong in games that should go their way, a curse is the only thing that makes sense anymore.

I thought I’d share one of my own most cherished childhood Easter memories-

I believe I must have been around 5 or 6. My parents had taken us to the park for one of those community Easter egg hunts.  Dozens of kids scouring the park for colourful eggs.  I remember grabbing one or two of the prizes, but then I cut through the tree line down to the river.  There were no eggs there, but I saw my babysitters boyfriend skipping rocks.  I know I did not like this guy, probably due to the attention he got from my sitter, which was less attention I received.  But, I thought it curious, him alone by the river while this big hunt was happening.  For whatever reason, that morning I decided to sit and talk with him.  We shared a peaceful morning, he taught me how to skip rocks, and helped me until I jumped my first few.  I also learned that he was a really nice guy.  Eventually my sitter moved in with Mike, and I saw her less.  Then they got married, and I saw her less.  Then they had kids of their own, and I haven’t seen them for many years.  As much as I loved my sitter, she was very special to me, I was always okay with it.  Every time I saw them I looked back at that Easter morning and knew she found her own very special person.  And I found something better than chocolate during that egg hunt, a life time of skipping rocks.

Last Weeks Posts-

  • If you can believe it, I recieved another award, check out Liebster #3.

Upcoming-

I’m looking forward to Mom coming home from her vacation and giving me a break from these chocolate monsters.  Hopefully I can get some good writing time in.  I have a couple reviews to do.  And I am definitely due for a top 10.  Also, I have a guest post written up that will probably be posted in the next couple weeks.  Who knows what else is could come up; be sure to check in this week.

Thanks booknerds, happy hunting!

7 Comments Add yours

  1. deborahkehoe says:

    When I was a kid we’d each get a chocolate Easter bunny at the foot of our bed. One of us would always have the ears missing because my mom just couldn’t resist. She’s still a chocoholic, even at 75. It’s nice to see some things never change. Happy Easter! I liked your memory and thought I’d share one in return…

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    1. Green Onion says:

      Haha thanks for sharing! I was digging into some of the chocolate last night too. Chocolate is just irresistable. Sounds like Id get along with your mom just fine

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  2. Nancy says:

    I am loving your Mise en Place graphics!

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    1. Green Onion says:

      Thanks! I learned how to blend colours this week, yay!

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      1. Nancy says:

        What apps are you using?

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      2. Green Onion says:

        I tried quite a few, but I stick with Phonto mostly. It’s simple, easy to use and free.

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  3. Christy Luis says:

    Bonus points for “Dad” handling the “chocolate monsters”! Well done, sir. I hope this Easter was as special as the ones of your memories.

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