So, Easter was cool. I brought the leftovers from my brunch on Saturday. Still couldn't get a read on what my mom thought of the egg and sausage casserole. I dreamt Martha Stewart told me it didn't taste right (there was actually a funnier word she used in my dream but now I cannot remember what it was). I had a lot of anxiety over this casserole, I've never made one before and still wasn't sure if anyone liked it.
I think the general consensus was that it was edible but also on the wet side. (And I kinda burned the sausage. Not once. But twice. (I've never cooked a wad of meat like that before. How do you get it to not burn on the pan, I followed the instructions exactly, I swear!)). Whatever. I ate it. I couldn't let the $70 I spent on the brunch go to waste and my mom and bro helped me eat the leftover casserole, fruit salad and marshmallow pops. My mom and I made sure the mimosa's definitely did not go to waste. I had 3+ normal sized mimosas with no ill after effects. Hallelujah!!
I did a doggie Easter egg hunt for Molly and Lucy with dog treats hidden inside plastic eggs. Molly was pretty quick at popping them open and getting the treats. Lucy just wanted to eat the plastic eggs (golden retrievers are not too bright).