Comeon Baby Light My Fire

How many women does it take to light a propane grill?

In this house it takes three.  Elle, myself and finally our neighbor Nelda.

S-man left me a lovely grill but I never learned how to use it.

I never had to, he did all the grilling.

And while I can fire up a charcoal grill with the best of them, the power of gas put both Elle and myself in a tizzy.

We huffed and we puffed and just as we were about to blow the house down, Nelda appeared at the door and lit our fire.

I do know how to marinate a leg of lamb however. Parsley and rosemary from the garden were whizzed up with the juice of a couple lemons, some olive oil and 4 cloves of garlic, massaged into the meat and left to marinate at room temperature for 4 hours.

  Elle sauteed potatoes and Nelda made a salad.

 
Together we tore the winter covering off the table, set up the umbrella, and dragged out the chairs.

The sun shone, neighbors walked their dogs and wished us Happy Easter, the cats were strangely missing and later found locked in the basement for the 2 hours we sat outside eating, talking and celebrating the day.

Poor little lambs, they missed Elle's desert, little chocolate cakes, crusty on the outside, all melty chocolate goodness inside.

 The cats who missed Easter. A sad but true cautionary tale.

I hope you all enjoyed your Sunday and weren't  locked away due to your own mischievousness.