The Easter bunny melted!

Long weekends are always very welcome at the rue Lecourbe, in large part because we actually leave the rue Lecourbe and point the car southwards. That means a lot of traffic and annoying papa by asking him to play the same CD a thousand times (it's been about seven months that I haven't allowed him to play another one). It also means being spoiled silly by Abuelita, aka Ata. But this time another dimension came to add itself into the lovely mix. Chocolate!!!!

Now most ordinary people think there is only one thing that you can do with chocolate: eat it. That's just plain short-sided and uncreative. Sure, that may be the best part, but is far from its only use. You see, chocolate melts in your hand, not in your mouth. And that great elemental property means that you never really have to part with your dear chocolate because you keep finding it everywhere for weeks. There's chocolate on the floor, on the walls, on the table cloth, on the oven, on the TV screen, on the door knobs, on the carpet, on the blankets, and even on the ceiling (don't ask).

Apart from the chocolate there was the usual stuff. Lamb, about six kilos of garlic, sun, lotto, waking up mama and papa, planting strawberries (and raspberries and blueberries), eating, Sancerre...

But who cares?

 There was lots and lots of chocolate!

Yeap, Easter was a riot.

You can check out a few more pictures of Easter at the Chetif Moulin here: Pass the nahuatl please