Double Cooked Pork

Easter weekend is a wrap. Hours upon hours of church are over. Family dinners and visits are over. Most of the kids are asleep or close to it. The little man is still going strong though. He just won't stop.

The weekend started out nice. I sold my soul next weekend for a day off on Friday. I enjoyed the time off. We went out as a family and bought a couple hundred dollars worth of stuff to get the garden ready. Add this total to the several hundred I spent on a tiller and I better harvest golden turds out of the garden just to break even. Then we were off to church. Confession, masses, and more masses. I think we logged a good 4 or 5 hours on Friday.

Saturday was spent with my parents visiting. The wife and I managed to sneak out for a little date. Now when I was younger dates were cool. Movies, restaurants, hanging out. Now dates consist of Target, Costco and Sears. I was able to sneak away and snag 2 6 packs of Cinnabons for the morning. I got there just in time and got to watch all the heffers drooling over my purchased buns. The early bird gets the fat buns. Then I got to play Easter bunny and give out all the candy I would just be stealing back the next day. The oldest son is already hip to Santa and the Bunny but he plays it up for the little ones. He asked if he could help but the stuff in the baskets. I told him that he might know the secret but he can't get that far inside the cool club. That is a daddy and mommy only club.

I don't know what kind of house you grew up in but I got ripped off in mine. I got candy in my basket when I was young. Candy. In this house, candy is just the icing on the cake. There are videos, books, toys. Something is amiss. I remember two peeps, a couple M and Ms and some pink grass. Go out and play.

Today there was more church. We rolled into the 10:30 mass at 10:25. HAHAHAHA. Like I was gonna find a spot for 8. We didn't even get out of the ride. People standing outside the outside part. In 35 degree weather. Fools. We rolled home and hit the nooner. We arive at 11:30 as they are letting out the previous mass. We push and shove our way to some seats and the joint is filled up by 11:40. Crazy. I was boxed in like a sardine. Fortunately for them I didn't have gas. Unlike Nosaj who cruised over to my crib for dinner with a case of funk. Dinner went great. As long as you are talking about the eating part. The prep part, that is another story. I don't really like to ask people to bring stuff to my house to eat. I invite you, I will feed you and hope you go away soon after. But the senior woman in the wife's family just had to bring over a ham. Now Bloom had hams on sale for a nice price and I love me some Bloom shopping but she was insistent. She pushed and prodded and pointed out that she already had the ham and it only takes an hour to heat. Great. Bring the friggin ham. Well that hour starts from the time that it is thawed out. Don't come to my house with a frozen swine. FROZEN. Cold like an iceberg. Chilly-friggin-willy. So I have to run out to Bloom and grab a hog, switch out her porksicle and jam mine in the oven. Of course once she left, I had to finish cooking hers so I could freeze the cooked meat. I guess I will have ham and eggs for months now.

At least there is another month and a half before the next holiday.