I marched back home with a bag of candy coated chocolate eggs for Easter lunch this year.
It was a great decision.
Chocolate makes everyone happy.
Candy and pretty pastel colors make everyone happier.
Like always, we divided up the eggs equally amongst all of us, and then had them in between our meal and as a post-dinner dessert together with the ice cream.
For some reason, this year I dont' have pictures of the ice cream cups as I normally do.
But I have pictures of everything else.
Like the butter shortbread cookies I bought for Christmas but which we haven't eaten.
Like the packet of chocolate brownies which were a birthday present and which we did open later to have with our ice cream.
And like the decor which we stick into the Universal Studios Singapore cup and put on the table.
Especially when it's beautifully homemade flower card of passionate red.
With a bit of Christmas glitter.
I like glitter. :D
Our meal this year spread out over lunch, dinner and supper.
With the main highlight of all three meals being the zichar.
We had zichar at lunch.
We also had zichar at dinner and supper.
I think it was planned that way.
For lunch we had a box of fried rice complemented by the (rather unusual) taste of century eggs eaten plain without the help of sliced ginger.
Let's just say it took me a while before my taste buds got acquainted with the blended taste of heavy, briny century egg yolk over fried rice.
But I liked the dish.
The grains were big, it wasn't oily, and it went well with the food we bought up from the cai fan stall.
I got to have a boxful of siew mais, fried fish balls and ngoh hiangs that they had bought up from the supermarket and steamed in the rice cooker.
They weren't colored (nobody had time) but we arranged them prettily on a pink tray like we would in a basket, and dropped a couple of cherry tomatoes in to bring out the color.
Everyone said they looked very pretty on the camera.
We had one hardboiled egg and one century egg each during lunch (with the rice and with a bowl of noodles, yes)
We had another hardboiled egg when it came to dinner, eating it with a box of dry hor fun divided between everyone.
And at supper we decided we'd have still another one because The Parent wondered what it would taste like having it with the fish slices, and the thick gravy from the sam lor hor fun.