Aftermath

The resurrection took 36 hours but it’s taking my refrigerator several weeks to recover from the big Easter blitz.  I just swallowed the last boiled egg. 

After all that cooking I lost the urge for a bit, and stood around nibbling leftovers.  Did time stand still?  The cherry blossoms, from Easter Sunday, only dropped their petals yesterday and the lilies (apparently well-read and rose-aspirational) are still counting down the days.

Speaking of recovering from holidays, Claudia Roden’s Arabesque slipped itself under my Christmas tree last year and that same day I ordered fava bean seeds.  They are finally fruiting… cue the harissa.

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