A zillion years ago, my great grandmother came to Canada from Scotland. With her, she brought her china set: fine green plates with white snowdrops painted on the front. She gave the set to my grandmother, who brought it with her to California. Then, she gave it to my mom. This weekend, it went to me.

I am happy to get a family heirloom. It’s a huge set complete with plates, demitasse, salt and pepper, coffee pot, etc. But I’m concerned about breaking it. I’m bad with antiques. I think my subconscious hates fancy stuff, if you want to know the truth. In every situation, I manage to break the most expensive thing around. This is why I never want to hold my friends’ babies.

My “new” china

My parents visited this weekend for Easter. We made a lot of food–BBQ ribs, lamb, Brussels sprouts, fresh scrambled eggs, a lemon cheesecake. We talked to relatives on the phone, went to the antique and art stores downtown, and examined my garden. The only thing we didn’t do was go to church. Oops.

Table set for Easter dinner (still haven’t gotten rid of the ugly wallpaper).

I made lemon cheesecake for dessert. I had never made a cheesecake before, and it came out pretty well, all things considered. I got the recipe from here. It’s good, except it has you make too much filling for the cheesecake. I have enough extra cheesecake filling to make a whole other cheesecake. And I will, too.

(ETA: I didn’t use the fat-free cream cheese that the recipe recommends. Fat-free cheese = barf. I used part reduced-fat cream cheese and part regular cream cheese.)

How was your Easter?