We really had to scrounge around to find guests for Easter dinner this year. For those of you who used to grace our holiday table and moved to other states, please take comfort in knowing that we served the exact same traditional fare that you've become accustomed to over the years. Well, okay, not the "melt-in-your-mouth crescent rolls," I did not make them because I thought-why go to all that trouble for the three of us (um-four of us) when Aunt Millie makes such a nice fluffy white dinner roll for the holidays.

I still have not produced the dessert I mentioned last Sunday night, but there has been progress. The heavy cream is in the fridge now, so... it should be happening soon. I must get back to doing more cooking and baking. The problem with cooking and baking is that they tend to be followed by chewing and swallowing. (sigh)

Happy Easter, Blog Readers! He is risen, as He said.

Sung to the tune of She'll be Comin' Around the Mountain:

Oh, I've got bone chips stickin' out my gum

And I can't keep from pokin' at em' with my tongue.

Could be cow

Could be cadaver

I guess it doesn't matter

Oh, I've got bone chips stickin' out my gum

Yes, those grafted bone chips (whate'er they may be) are working their way out, which isn't a big deal at all, hardly worth mentioning, were it not for this great little diddy I wrote.

I just finished up an 8-week high school English teaching gig, seniors this time. Two of my classes did a unit on the Romantic poets. Because we were running out of time, I pared it down to six poets: Blake, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron, Shelley, and Keats. I wanted to come up with a way to help the students keep them all straight in their heads for the test, so I made up a little review activity. I made six nameplates, one for each poet and had students stand up front wearing them around their necks. The name plates had some helpful clues drawn on them. Here's Shelley's. He drowned in a boating accident and his wife, Mary, wrote Frankenstein. I wrote test identifications and poetry lines on strips of poster board, and stuck masking tape on the back of each. Then I gave these to students at their desks and had them walk up and physically attach the correct term/lines to the right poet. We called this "Stick it to the Man." Most everybody did well on the test and the highlight of my time there came when one student told me that he couldn't believe how much "Stick it to the Man" helped him do well on that test. I know. They say we remember about 97% of what is taught to us through movement or music or "Stickin' it to the Man."

The Book Babes met at my house recently to discuss Lunch in Paris, by Elizabeth Bard. This book has several recipes in it that I'm anxious to try. The first one is Chocolate Cream with Creme Anglaise. I'll make it this week, and report back soon.