This Easter long weekend could easily have trickled past in a mopeyhearted way for me, as Easter has always been a family-centric holiday in my world. More often than not, Easter has meant a long lunch out in the countryside with my parents, brother, grandparents, assorted other (beloved) relatives, and a table laden with much deliciousness.
In other words, I could have been very homesick this weekend. Instead, I was only a little bit homesick, because I found myself with more invitations to Easter events than I could accept. To everyone who extended hands and homes to me – thank you. So much.
I spent Saturday, the first beautifully-truly spring-like Saturday of the year, in the gloriously stunning new home of one of my favourite Canadians (and work colleagues), Kristy. She and her husband have an eye for art, design, and interior decorating that takes my breath away, and yes. Before you ask, yes, I did ponder whether the poofy skirt of my dress could adequately hide beneath it the vintage pink typewriter you see above.
But then I realised that I’d rather keep Kristy’s friendship than a stolen typewriter, so I stopped my plotting. (Convict roots.)
Warning: the below photo may surprise some of you.
It is called a mimosa, and it is delicious.
Considering that our brunch spread involved representation from Canada, England, and France (at least in terms of the dishes’ names), it makes sense that my contribution to the day was a batch of Brazilian brigadeiros, right?
Chewy, sweet, chocolate-y, eminently moreish, and rolled in coconut (rather than the traditional sprinkles), I can only hope that these simple treats in some small way conveyed how happy I was to be a part of Kristy’s Easter celebration. Dear Kristy: you are gorgeous and generous and amazing.
My heart soared.
(P.S. Get the recipe for the brigadeiros here.)