An Expat Easter
There are two super awesome things about Easter in France.
1. That Easter in France was celebrated so that we got Monday off of school and work (even though I still had to work since I was one of the only non-French people, so I have no qualms about working on a random Monday). Can you say gradstudentswilltakeanychancetheycantogetextrasleep?
2. Kinder Eggs. Since they’re illegal in the U.S., The Husband has to eat his weight in them whenever possible. Lo and behold, the Easter Kinder egg:
Basically as big as my head… And as a bonus, it came with a Simpsons game on the inside! 250 grams of chocolate and a game? Sign us up!
Since I am now allergic to dairy (along with everything else ever on the planet), The Husband had to satisfy himself by getting me an Easter plant instead of Easter candy (btw, totally allergic to the plant as well….).
And to top off a good day, we went for Easter dinner at another Expat familys house — they had honey baked ham that they had bought on the army base! The Husband was in heaven! We tried to supply a banana crêpe cake with dark chocolate ganache filling and salted caramel drizzled on top, but, alas, the bus ride ruined the creation,
By the time we got there, it looked like a cow patty. FAIL.
Thanks for sticking with me through this lack of posts for the last two weeks — with school picking up for finals and thesis research/writing, and some bad news about illness in the family, I’ve been a little preoccupied as of late and as such have been spending much more time in my pajamas in bed than I normally do. I promise I’ll be up to some fun things this weekend, though, so stay tuned for more exciting posts with prettier photos! Alas, I can’t spend all my time walking around Paris taking pretty photos, though I wish I could!
Comme des enfants 