psalm_onethirtyone | "That Makes Me Lucky..."

Mama: Ooh, hey, look, Soujin! That boy would be perfect for you!
Soujin: What? Where?
Mama: Oh, he just went around the corner of the aisle. He was skipping with his shopping cart.
Maria: Was he wearing purple?
Mama: No.
Maria: Well, then he's not right for Soujin.

We went to Newport this morning and bought lamb for the Agape Supper to-morrow; we could not get it local because you have to special-order for that much lamb, by which I mean you have to bring your own lamb. The butchers only raise beef. Any other meat you want you have to supply yourself, which is why we were so glad Lana shared her pig with us. So we do not have our own lamb. But Maria ordered one! She called some folks Edna knows and bought a lamb off them, so when it's about a hundred pounds or so she and Daddy are going to drive it to the butcher's and have it done up. Daddy is very excited. I volunteered to help, but Maria says she wants to eat the lamb, not end up keeping it as a pet, so I am forbidden. In any case, we got lamb and then we went to Espresso Yourself for milk and the NFS for pasta and garlic. We were going to get me valerian, but it was too expensive.

Then we came back home and walked Maggie down to the Oriental Store for eggs--we bought two dozen white eggs to dye. Maria's going to be very happy when we finally have our chickens; she said it's an embarrassment having to buy eggs, although I think that doesn't count with white eggs because we don't eat them. Anyway, I blew them out and washed them, and then Maria and Mama went to Selinsgrove and I did my third history essay (I have one left before Friday). I also printed off some Grateful Dead stuff and made Maria Terrapin Station stickers with them.

Then they got back and we made the lamb for to-morrow, and dyed the eggs, and we were going to do stellini d'oro dough to make Saturday, but Mama was tired by then, so we didn't. They made cheese instead, and yoghurt, but Mama heated the cheese up too high and it didn't take, and the yoghurt cultures were bad and they didn't work. Maria is really really frantically upset about it, because usually the cheese and yoghurt come out perfect. And her bread didn't come yesterday, and usually that's perfect too. It makes her very tense.

But we did, I think, have a very good day. And to-morrow we'll have Agape Supper and our feet washed, and Friday we'll fast, and Saturday we'll grieve, and Sunday will be Easter! I have so much to get done before then I don't know how I'll do it, but I know I will. We always do.

Oh! And yesterday, Maria home-made us marzipan Easter bunnies for our Easter baskets. She made the marzipan all by herself. That did come perfect. She blanched the almonds and everything, and then she coated the bunnies with chocolate, and they're really beauties. I want to try doing the same thing to make a sheep for her saxophone teacher, because her sax teacher likes sheep as much as I do, and I think it would be neat. I have to try it, I think.

Saturday we'll be baking stellini d'oro and two kinds of cake. I'm so excited.

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It sounds like your Holy Week is going to be better (and rather holier) than mine. I can't go to church tomorrow evening because I have rehearsal, and then I can't go home until Friday afternoon because I have a meeting and another rehearsal in the morning even though school is technically closed, and once I get home I have to learn my Easter music really fast for Saturday's ass o'clock rehearsal. While I'm home, I basically have to spend all my not-at-church time working on my Honors project. I'm even going to skip going to Maryland for Easter dinner, which is tragic but necessary. My brother can't go either because his drum corps is blasphemous enough to have camp on Easter. :o

I do actually have a Holy Week piece to analyze, so I'll do that on the appropriate days and try to have it mean something. ^^

Well, I don't know if going to church has everything to do with it, of course. Besides, the playing the Easter music will be really cool, and you need to get your Honours project done. <333

Ooooo. That sounds really cool. ^___^

Mama has started, by the way, devising an awesome cunning planning that will allow us to come to the Recital. It seems to involve several buses, old friends she's failed to contact in ages, dubious time schedules, and magic ponies. But, God knows, it might work. XD

I actually think our Easter music is going to suck this year. D: Then again, I always think that, and then it's fine. ^^

OMG I HOPE THE CUNNING PLAN WORKS!!

Iiiiiiii bet it will be fine this year. XD

I know! I have to poke her again to-morrow and see if she's really serious, because if she is she'd better call said friend right away.

i love marzipan. ^_^

Me too!

you can't get white eggs in the UK. I went to the farm shop and picked out the palest brown eggs I could find.

It's funny, my mother (in the States) has always bought organic/range-free eggs, which are brown, and I'm used to seeing both -- but apparently my other American friends had no idea eggs came in colors other than white, so when we came to Paris, and they bought their first eggs in Europe, which were pinkish brown, they were all freaked out and excited and took pictures. kind of funny.

I have got an egg tree this year which I will post a picture of as soon as I get the last 5 eggs up. It's ALL NATURAL eggs--I've been blowing them for three years and this is the first year I've put them up! It's got a dozen duck eggs, pale pale bluegreen, and white ones, and half a dozen dark and light brown hen's eggs, and a dozen QUAIL EGGS. Which are mini buff-colored with dark brown speckles. The colors are all so subtle it will never come out in a picture, I fear.

that's a lot of scrambled eggs.

I am sorry to report that quail eggs and duck eggs taste just like normal eggs.

Oh, it sounds /beautiful/.

Really? That's probably because you're all sensibler. >_> White eggs do not come from really healthy chickens, as a rule, I'm pretty sure.

...all I have to say is, I've never liked lamb, and Easter totally ripped off Naw-Ruz. My holiday wins. Pffft.

(but damn, I want marzipan.)

I like beef better. But there's nothing wrong with lamb, really.

(It looks so good! ^____^)

Except for the fact that it's PEOPLE--SOYLENT GREEN IS PE--er, I mean, it's BABIES. :(

Well, yes. But they're very happy babies, if you get proper ones, which we do. Maria won't let us by anything from feedlots. We get farm-raised ones that have spent their year of life dancing around in warm grass and daisies. :D

...so, as long as the child has a year of purely sensorial, meaningless pleasure, it's okay to BRUTALLY MURDER them at the end of it???

... what am I even on about, I don't know. I'm nowhere near being a vegetarian and I really don't care. XD

Basically, yes!

Well, that's a relief.

"That Makes Me Lucky..."

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