Good day and blessed Easter Monday. I am just winding down from a glorious four-day weekend. It is back to the grind tomorrow.
Easter always reminds me of precious moments. Easter egg hunts, ladies in their Sunday finery with white lace gloves and wide-rimmed hats and litte girls in their cute dresses and little boys in bow-ties at church. Most of all, my faith is renewed. Christ is risen and gives me hope, even in a very troubled and at times disturbing world. Faith is hard to describe, it is just something you have to feel in your heart to believe. Along with faith, comes time with family. I hope you enjoy a few shots of Easter before I head to the gym. Welcome Spring.
On Good Friday, traditionally we have fish, specifically king fish. My mom always prepared a Belizean Good Friday meal called Boil-up. If you’re familiar with the Caribbean or of Caribbean background, you may know what Boil-up is and all the hard work it entails. Essentially, it is ground provisions, or root vegetables such as eddos, yams and cassava, all brought to a boil until cooked through. Next, you steam or bake your king fish. The star of the Boil-up is a tomato-based sauce with hard-boiled eggs mixed in, along with garlic and onions to pour over your fish and provisions. As I child, I really didn’t like this starchy and hearty meal. I was not a fan of fish, and hated finding all the bones (that is quite common in king fish). Now I enjoy this dish and it is one of my favorite Easter traditions. This year, Andy and my sister Francine did most of the work. Fran did an excellent job on the sauce, and Andy’s fish was delicious, and not very “fishy’ in taste from all the fresh lime and lemon he used to marinate. My bro-in-law Rick made his wonderful pepper bottle, and his mom Gloria made the flour boiled cakes/dumplings, another staple of boil-up.
Boil up- 101
I set the table. It’s a hard job, but somebody’s gotta do it:
Easter bun fun
On Saturday, I headed over to my mom and dad’s for more eats and fun. Mom makes Easter bun for the masses. Easter bun is paired perfectly with a cup of tea or coffee and of course cheese.
Mom and I pose with a bun fresh from the oven, and a special appearance was made by the capped-crusader.
On Sunday, we headed east to Whitby where Andy’s cousin-in-law lives. She always has a huge spread that never disappoints. This year, there was salted cod-fish cakes, ham, stewed chicken, stewed king fish, macaroni pie and every salad known to man on the menu.
Can you believe I made time for the gym between all the eating? I got in a little 5 by 5 action, cardio from the Nike app shredder as well as some foam rolling.
As always, wishing you a wonderful week, and faith. Faith in your beliefs, your goals and in yourself.