Happy Easter, everyone!

[wiseheart]

Sorry for the long absence. Stupid shingles - they are so redundant and so unpleasant. The only thing I can still do as I always do is baking, strangely enough. Why kneading the dough doesn't cause any pain I can't imagine, but I'm counting my small blessings.

Anyway, here are a few pictures about our Easter table. Some of you already got them via e-mail, but I'm so proud of it that I wanted to share. Let's start with the general view:



Now let's take a closer look at the edible parts. There are carrot and Nutella bunnies, traditional, hard-boiled red eggs, cumin-and-garlic ham, home-made buns that are for some nebulous reason, called "molnárka" (=little millers) and, of course, chocolate bunnies and chickens and ducks and lambs and whatnots:



Even closer to the chocolate folk (and let me tell you that we were very modest; there is an insane amount of variations of this stuff over here, in all sizes, shapes and qualities, from milk chocolate to dark chocolate to white chocolate, flavoured with dozens of spices, so... yeah, we were modest):



And finally, my hand-painted egg-shells I display every Easter, despite the fact that they are over 30 years old. I still find them beautiful. Well, the sideboard in the background is well over 200 and still beautiful, so...:

Comments

[red-day-dawning.livejournal.com]

Happy Easter. It looks beautiful. My sister-in-law made a pretty Easter display for the lunch table this year; something we hadn't done for a few years now. It was very quiet, my mother, my brother, his partner and me. My nieces, son and sister were working (double and a half pay for Easter sunday), my nephews are interstate and in Ireland. My brother hs been very unwell, but he took special medication for the day, so he was quite lively.
One of my cats threw a tantrum when I got home because he had been left alone all day. He refused to look at me, and then ran into the bathroom and pulled all the towels off the towel racks. Then he started trying to shred them. The other cat was just overjoyed to see me, bouncing around my feet like a puppy. My cats are weird.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Well, at least they aren't boring, right? *g*