Tick tock tick tock

Ok so uh Easter is on Sunday and today is Thursday.

I have PLENTY of time. I think.

Every holiday I construct an elaborate menu in my pea-brain and then fiddlefart around until the last minute and then I wind up cooking until the wee hours of the morning.

This year I am accepting the fact that I am not going to make a crown roast, or a towering croquembouche for this holiday.

No 3am panicking for me thanks.

So I am keeping it simple from the start.

Ham roasted with green herbs, carrots sauteed with parsley and garlic, onions en papillote, and panisse.

Yeah, that's right, I said en papillote. It's a fancy French word for "lazy chef".

I am NOT going to be up until 3am.

Not this year!

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