After a few hours of relaxing, cleaning and jumping up and down over my PR, Lacey and Laurel came over and we headed out to NJ for Easter.
Here bunny bunny.
Raspberry and brie in phyllo dough. There was more dough than filling, so these were a little disappointing to everyone.
Some vino. Obviously.
And no trip to my parents’ would be complete without some spaghetti and meatballs.
My mom is the Italian one, but my Irish dad is the chief taste-tester because he likes the pasta really al dente.
I’ve been dyeing Easter eggs since I was born, and just because I’m closer to 30 than 20 (ew) doesn’t mean that we’re going to stop now.
Someone slept on the job.
This morning, we got dressed up and went to church. I love Lilly Pulitzer-appropriate holidays.
While my mom made breakfast, I had half a bagel thin with marscapone.
Breakfast was omelets with mozzarella and now we’re watching Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps while waiting for our next course of food.
Happy Easter if you celebrate it!