Easter is potluck. I have loosened my white knuckled grip on the control over all food.

Jonathan was worried that I didn’t know who was bringing what and we would end up with 7 taboulis like we did at Carl Henry’s funeral.

“Don’t worry” I said to Jonathan. “It will be relaxed; if we end up with all desserts, we’ll have a dessert party.”

So far I have made the start for individual chicken pies stuffed with soffritto, eggplant parm and I’m thinking about a risotto salad w/fresh mozzrella, cherry tomatoes and basil.

And I made cookies.

And tomorrow I think I might make brownies.