Easter in Charleston

We made our yearly mistake of going to First Scots Presbyterian Church downtown yesterday. We go because my grandmother loves the music there and Easter is her favorite holiday. She's been very down lately so it was the least we could do. Well we were aiming for a departure of 10am. My dad thought that was too early so he decided another 15 minutes seemed reasonable. He was wrong. Our friends, the Schiro's, had to sit upstairs in a window seat and the rest of us were peppered throughout the rest of the church. I was in the front row and directly in front of me was the 8 piece string orchestra. I had the hots for the cellist. But don't worry, I listened to the message too. Don't ask for a recap though.

Dinner last night was fine. I made this carmelized onion and potato gratin that I had high hopes for but didn't end up liking. My grandmother's pineapple stuffing was amazing though. My cousin made a cake in the shape of a lamb which ended up looking like my dog, Gus. Too cute.