Easter Sunday is a day of tradition in our family. Secular tradition, mind you. We don't go to church but we have our traditions all the same.
We start with a big breakfast. I made one of those breakfast casseroles that sits in the fridge overnight awaiting cooking. There was nothing low-fat about this but I tried to lighten it a bit by using low-fat sausage meat, low-fat cheese, and I added no extra fat to the dish. To hell with low-fat - it was GOOD!

Breakfast taken care of, we set the table.

It turns out he we had never had this many leaves in the table for Easter. Our tablecloth wouldn't fit. I substituted the white tablecloth we use at Christmas and it seemed to work.
Mom was scheduled to arrive at 3:00 (which means 4:00 in Edith time) and the rest of the folks at 5:00. We quickly did all of the prepwork for dinner, and then lay down for a nice two Easter Sunday nap. Ahhhhh
When mom arrived we had our traditional Easter Hunt. We were all over the place, racing about to find clues, decipher the clues, and eventually tracking down our baskets of treats.




Our guests arrived at 5:00. We sat in the family room and nibbled on various appetizers . . .

In addition to the cheese and crackers we had the most amazing cilantro humus. This was amazing stuff! Just look at the brilliant green colour from all of that beautiful cilantro. MMMMM I could eat this by the spoonful (and just may have done so too while no one was observing my gauche behaviour).

These asparagus puffs were also a hit. I was accused of buying them ready-made and simply baking them so I guess they were good. *smile* What is not to love about asparagus, brie, and prosciutto, wrapped in puff pastry and baked. MMMMM

When we moved into the dining room our dinner was relatively simple compared to things we had done in the past. We even had two low-fat additions to the menu from this month's Cooking Light magazine.
Asparagus Salad with Gorgonzola Vinaigrette:

Roasted fingerling potatoes and baby artichokes . . .

Baked ham with a ginger rum glaze . . .

When it came to dessert I wanted to serve something 'lemony' . . . in my mind, for whatever reason (and I was questioned about this last night I'll have you know), nothing screams Easter like lemon. We almost always have some sort of lemon dessert for Easter dinner.
Mom volunteered to make dessert. I thanked her but told her I already had something picked out and had purchased the ingredients. She then volunteered to make it for me.
My middle name isn't stupid (the recipe had multiple steps!! Over two - three days!!!!!), I gladly relinquished control, sent her home on Friday with the ingredients I had bought and the printed recipe. She outdid herself with the Meyer lemon mascarpone cheesecake with lemon curd. Everyone LOVED it.
There was nothing low-fat about this . . . who cares because it was brilliant. I wish that I had asked mom to double the recipe. SIGH
