So, on Holy Thursday Himself came home with some sort of awful gastroenteritis. He remained thoroughly sick through Holy Saturday morning, and is still a little unsettled even. Which just goes to show how life can walk in and smack your plans in the face and you can’t do anything about it except roll with it.
This year’s modest successes:
Tenebrae seems to be entrenched as a family tradition! This surprises me a little, because I worry that it’s just another of my temporary enthusiasms that Himself is humoring. If it is becoming a tradition, I’m very grateful.
Joe Pastry’s pan di ramerino are very good. We will definitely make these again.
We got the house presentably clean before any of the guests arrived. Yay! This is due almost completely to the assistance of the Artisté, who came over to help kid-wrangle.
I did not experience a stress-related dive into the Easter candy before Easter actually arrived.
The Easter Vigil in general went well. David lasted awake till the 5th reading, and woke up again during the confirmations at the end. But he was fascinated by the fire at the beginning and the candle lit procession* into the dark church, and his behavior was immaculate until most of the way through the Exsultet. He didn’t set anyone on fire with his candle, either.
My lamb cake was perfect. It unmolded perfectly, was moist and delicious, the head didn’t fall off this year, and it was decorated in utter defiance of Cake Wrecks’ mockery. I’m so happy. I was worried that I would have to chose between having baptism cake** for Easter, or having a cake baked in the lamb mold.
This year’s massive fails:
I could not get our little Paschal candle to unmold. And then I messed up the always tricky job of painting it.
I could not find a dress that didn’t decentuate every good feature of my build into a fat frumpy feature. So I wore slacks.
The leg of lamb took twice as long to cook as it should. So instead of eating at 1ish, we ate at 3ish, much to my embarrassment.
My lemon ricotta pie was an abject failure I baked it until it had pie melanoma, but it still sloshed. I’m about ready to give up on lemon ricotta pie altogether and return to the reliable and delicious lemon tart.
We didn’t make it either the Mass of the Lord’s Supper, or the Commemoration of the Lord’s Passion. Between having to work on Friday and the littles, it was just too hard. Vespers is a poor substitute, but at the same time also a relief. It does save all of our in-church stamina for the Vigil.
Alterations for next year:
I’m not even going to try to plan on going to anything but the Vigil. The disappointment of missing when life doesn’t cooperate is too great.
Next year on Holy Thursday, we’ll try incorporating a family foot washing ceremony. I wanted to this year, but forgot to write about it, and then nothing worked out that day anyway.
I’m not going to procrastinate on my candle-making next year!***
I threw my terrible gloppy acrylic paint markers in the trash. Next year, I’m painting with brushes.
Note to self: three dozen cascarrones are not enough.
Himself and I are taking Easter Monday off, if possible. Last night our last guests left well after 10pm, and that made for quite a rough morning today.
* Yet another excellent reason that not having congregational candles at the Easter Vigil is bad.
** Baptism cake is an Italian cream cake. I made one for David’s baptism, and once is as good as tradition in my house. So now we make it for all baptisms, baptismal anniversaries and on Easter (in a lamb cake mold+).
*** I always say this and then I always do.
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