Yesterday was the first time in my life (that I know of) that I missed out on an Easter dinner. I had a sloppy joe and chips for lunch and takeout Chinese food for dinner.
We had big plans. We were going up to my in-laws lakehouse for the long Easter weekend, Butters’ sister was coming into town, my brother and his wife and new baby were thinking of driving in from Austin, and my parents were going to drive up. Family get-together on the holiday, as usual. But then my brother decided he wasn’t going to come, and then my parents (for understandable reasons), so it was just going to be my in-laws and us.
My MIL likes to cook–no, LOVES to cook and actually prefers to handle most meals by herself. (I do clean-up). So, I asked her what I should bring, and she told me she thought I’d have my hands full bringing foods suitable for GFB, so nothing else was necessary. Okay…
Well, the weekend went along merrily, and Sunday my family (minus the in-laws) went to church. When we got back at about 10:30, no food preparation was going on, which, if you knew my MIL, you’d know was downright weird. At 11:00 she said, “We need to decide what we’re going to do about lunch.” My head snapped around in dismay. Leftovers were mentioned. LEFTOVERS?? This was Easter Sunday! Where was the ham? the potato salad? the deviled eggs? the homemade rolls? Where was ANYTHING but a leftover sloppy joe??
There wasn’t anything. And I have to wonder why nothing was mentioned. I would have planned an Easter dinner. At the very least I would have planned an Easter dessert… I just assumed. And assuming doesn’t get you a deviled egg, apparently. I’ve learned my lesson.
I don’t plan on missing out on an Easter dinner again anytime soon… So there.