A Family Affair

Rachel and I see one set of our respective parents and siblings nearly every weekend, so when Easter rolled around we decided to spend the Sunday with our nuclear family—that is, just the two of us. We went out to Giant Sunday morning and picked up a bunch of materials for an easy-but-nice Easter dinner, and happened to bump into our friend Omar. Since we hadn’t seen him in ages, we invited him over.

This turned out to be a good decision, not only for the company but because it sent us into a frantic rush to clean up the house. We ended up throwing a lot of junk that had been accumulating and breeding on our kitchen table, and moving or putting away the rest. I’m pretty sure this is the first time we’ve been able to eat off of our kitchen table since we put it in. The dinner went off quite well, even though we lost the packet of turkey gravy and had to make up emergency gravy with help from the Interwebz.

The downside was the incredible number of dishes that had to be washed in our tiny sink—I did a few of them each day and only declared victory last night. That evening, we broke out the two kinds of Cadbury eggs we’d bought…and found the gravy packet.