Easter

Easter. It's commercialized. But it's a great time for fellowship and reflection, ain't it? It also means a 3 hour trip down south to see my folks. My mom is an incredible cook and she creates nothing short of a feast each year to mark this special weekend. Without a doubt, I left her home a few (dozen) pounds heavier. But what a brunch! Here are a few pix:

(This right here *points down* is my mama's famous french toast blueberry casserole)

Here I am. Not helping, just taste testing. Bella was looking to do the same.