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.