In Italy there is a saying- Natale con i tuoi, Pasqua con chi vuoi. Christmas with your family and Easter with whoever you like. Well that sums up what it is like with our family. We always spend Christmas together but when it comes to Easter we tend to share it around. Well this Easter was a bit like that. It was a foodie weekend for sure shared with some of our good friends.
I try to be a good catholic girl who always has pancakes on Shrove Tuesday and never any meat on Ash Wednesday or Good Friday. So what was I going to cook this year that will make the taste buds sing. Heath and I have been toying with making chilli mussels for ages so that is what got us started so we invited Craig and Jess plus our neighbours Craig and Bec over for a seafood fiesta. Let the menu planning begin.
On Good Friday we started with Pizza Pane. After dragging my bread maker out and making some dough we topped it with garlic and rosemary and baked it in the BBQ on our pizza stones. This was followed up with chilli mussels and basil coconut prawns and finished off with macadamia crusted barramundi and salad by Bec. Jess made us pumpkin tarts for dessert and we washed it down with port by the fire.
Easter Saturday night was spent at Marcus and Jasmine's with the Collier family. We ordered yummy takeaway Chinese followed up with a chocolate buffet all prepared by Jas. Oh my goodness there was truffles galore and how can one say no...I didn't bother to try.
Easter Bunny arrived on Sunday and Mr Lindor came out to play. Doggie chocs and Bundy don't seem to go hand in hand. He was a little hyper all day.
Easter Monday was also Anzac Day. At 430am we wrapt ourselves up in our warm gear and made our way to King's Park for Dawn Service. LEST WE FORGET. After service we headed back to the park closest to our car and cooked a BBQ breakfast of bacon and eggs and toast the diggers with a warming coffee laced with rum. After a small nap we got cracking again and had the Steven's family and Cosima and Tristan over for home-made pizza's for dinner.
As a child, I we always had holidays with my mother's family who were Polish (Granddad) and Ukraine (Nana). There were always Pierogi (which are Polish dumplings) or as mum calls them Pyrohy in Ukraine, pronounced a little like pillow-hee. Mum has made some Pierogi and has them in the freezer for me so I hope my sisters don't steal them. Over the next few months I will post you some pics when I get around to making some myself. I also want to get on and make some Golumpki (cabbage rolls). Even mum thinks mine are better than hers.
Good thing these holiday food orgies only come a few times a year!
