There are few things that make me happier than hosting people in my home. It’s a lot of work, and we truthfully don’t have much space for large get-togethers, but there’s nothing like the warmth of friends and the sound of their laughter to fill my home. Due to renovations, Easter 2012 was the first official get-together we were able to host in our apartment. We took in those strays who weren’t heading home for the holiday and celebrated among precious friends. Having no reason not to do the same again this year, we welcomed friends, old and new, into our home to celebrate the miracle of our risen King.
As much as I longed to host a proper sit down meal, where I could decorate our table somewhat like this and our guests could sit on something other than camp chairs, our tiny space (and small budget) just wouldn’t allow it. At least I had pretty eggs, right? Instead of coming up with an elaborate meal like I longed to do, we exposed our southern routes with a potluck supper. Being a traditionalist, ham had to make an appearance on the menu, as well as Polish sausage and Italian cream cake. Though the sausage and cake may not be traditional for many, they are two things things that I can’t remember not ever having for Easter dinner (besides last year, which was totally my fault, and such a mistake). The rest of the spread was quite delicious, and rather eclectic. I think this is the first time ever that my Easter meal, or any meal for that matter, consisted of ham, polish sausage, sauerkraut, homemade spaghetti and Italian sausage, mashed potatoes, asparagus, green beans, and bacon. I think it really says something truly wonderful about our group of friends. The dessert table was no disappointment either. Three days later, and I am still munching on sweet treats.
We rounded off the night with tasty beverages, coconut rum mangoes (they tasted as delicious as they sound), and a riveting game of celebrity. As work would beckon me early the next morning, I slipped into my bedroom early (12:00 a.m. early!) while the last of the stragglers enjoyed a game of Mad Gab. I sipped my tea slowly, listening to their laughter echo from the living room. I rested peacefully that night knowing how richly we’ve been blessed by these people that we call friends.
What did you do this Easter?