Church and sushi...

In the tradition of nearly every Pineda holiday, most of our time was spent eating or in Church.  Trish and I had two gigs lined up, one at a Catholic Church in the Bronx for Good Friday (Is it really possible the splinter attached to the top of their portable cross is actually from the cross Jesus was crucified on?  How'd they verify that?) and the other at Juan’s Methodist Church in New Jersey for Easter morning (sadly, no cool Methodist relics).  Both were relatively painless, but extended affairs.  I shouldn’t really complain, since we were probably the only individuals at either service being compensated for their attendance. 

Val, Trish and I also took some time out over the weekend to relive precious childhood memories by decorating Easter eggs.  With an array of egg-sized stickers, mini sponge stamps, glitter, sequins and beads, we managed to create the gayest eleven eggs ever (Val dropped one of the dozen before the hard-boiling process - sad) and still had supplies leftover to donate to RuPaul's Drag Race. 

Mom, undaunted by the lack of humans under the age of 10 in the household, still “invited” the Easter Bunny to hop by Juan and Val's on Easter morning.  And judging by the size of the basket he left me, it seems the Easter Bunny is making a veiled comment about my growing midsection.  Curse you, Easter Bunny.  Just wait until I get down to my summer thong weight and then I'll shove those sugar free peanut butter cups right back up your furry...

As far as real food, nothing brings a smile to a Pineda’s lips faster than the words “all-you-can-eat buffet” - except maybe “FREE all-you-can-eat buffet.”  Thanks for picking up the check, Dad! 

Like last Easter, we had brunch buffet reservations at the Stone House in Watchung, NJ.  Sadly, the offerings seemed scaled back from last year.  Breakfast items fared best so I loaded up on the pork products - who doesn't love unlimited bacon and sausage?  Otherwise, the rest of the menu was a collection of random items - sushi, omelet station, carving station, pasta, assorted cheese plates and antipasto.  There’s something not quite right about a plate brimming with bacon, french toast and tuna maki.  Desserts were fine, but consisted mainly of your average catered wedding hall staples.  Oh well, if you can’t have quality, might as well have quantity.  And lots of alcohol - cut to Val, wasted on champagne sangria.  Happy Easter!

Squeak getting into the Easter spirit

Mom and dad

Me mesmorized by unlimited bacon and Trish just happy to be alive!