Growing up I had an Italian-American Grandfather, and two Polish-American Grandparents on my dad’s side. Holiday’s were about church and FOOD. Christmas may have belonged to my Italian Grandfather, but Easter, that belonged to my Polish Grandmother.
Kielbasa, Pierogis, Ham, Golabki, and on and on until you are really full. Oh, and then candy, you cannot forget the candy.
My grandparents are all gone now, and if you have read any of my earlier posts, you know I am not exactly a chef. I do try to carry on some traditions. Right now my girls are grown and on their own, and I do not have any Grandchildren yet, so Easter is a quiet holiday for us. I decided this year to make Easter dinner. This is not the first time I have made Easter dinner, but today I am thinking about the foods of my childhood. I am on a diet, so any excuse to think about food seems reasonable.
I cannot make the labor intensive foods like pierogis and golabki, but I can make a ham, and grill up some kielbasa. Also, deviled eggs were always around on this holiday, guess they needed to do something with all of those dyed eggs, and they are easy enough to make.
I see a Monday morning workout in my future. I intend to enjoy every nostalgic bite. Maybe even a peanut butter egg for dessert.