Easter at the Beach

I have to say that spending a cloudless, 70-degree Easter weekend at the beach was pretty sweet! I love having in-laws that live on the Cape. From the looks of the traffic trying to get back over the bridge on Sunday night with one lane closed, it appeared that everyone else has in-laws on the Cape, too. I think we’re going to need to get together and coordinate our visitation schedules on alternating years or something. Better yet, maybe you could just stay home!

The drive down on Saturday morning wasn’t too bad, though, and we spent a good part of the day on the bay side building sandcastles and kite-flying and generally grinning our shit-eating grins at each other all day long. It was disgusting. After a while, unaccustomed to so much sunlight, I starting having visions of an epic Easter egg hunt that I would organize on First Encounter Beach the next day. I mean, how many opportunities do you get to have an Easter egg hunt on the beach in Massachusetts without freezing your asses off?

There were a few logistical flaws in my mental plans, however, like all of the telltale footprints that would be left behind after I finished burying the eggs in the sand. And the way the eggs would crack as little feet, which aren’t so little anymore, would run right over the tops of them over and over again until they finally zeroed in on the buried treasure. And little hands, which aren’t so little anymore, that would start chipping away at them with plastic shovels. And the flocks of seagulls that would immediately become attracted to the area, dive-bombing the beachhead in droves, digging up broken, sandy eggs, beating the children with their frenzied wings.

So we just stuck to the original plan: Sunday brunch, an Easter egg hunt limited to the confines of the yard, and a second, separate beach trip where I steered clear of all birds.

As for the eggs, here are some better ideas for how to use your hard-boileds:

Deviled eggs with capers and parsley from Savour Fare
Scotch eggs from Al Dente
Curried egg salad from 101 Cookbooks
Moroccan-style egg salad from my archives

Comments

[andrea]

Haha - I did stay home! And it was great except for all of these f'in tourists in town.

[Husband]

It described an attractive, high arc as it sailed through the air, it's distinctive hourglass shape recognizable against the dusky evening sky despite the apparent ravages of the putrescence that had set in. A sickening yet satisfying thud was heard as it hit the planks, wet and chunky bits strewn about the impact site. It is done. It is over.

[Husband]

It was a rotten butternut squash.