Sunday, April 1, 2018

Let There Be Borscht

It was my sister-in-law's parents tradition to eat a meal of white borscht on Easter. Homemade chicken broth is poured piping hot over hard boiled eggs, fresh kielbasa, and spinach. Garnished with vinegar and horseradish, it's just the thing to fuel up on before or after an egg hunt. It also pairs nicely with jelly beans and chocolate bunnies. We spent many an Easter Sunday watching the boys search for hidden eggs and enjoying that improbably perfect meal.

This year, with Vic and Judy gone and the boys all grown, our morning was busy: Heidi and I were finishing the week-long paint-a-thon, and Bill and Emily rose at 4 am to make it home from Mexico before Spring Break expired.

Fortunately, the next generation was on it. Yesterday when we were at the dog park with 2 crazy pups and that geriatric gent, Sonic, Victor proposed borscht for Easter dinner, and between the two of us we worked out the details. He got the kielbasa and spinach and bread; we brought the eggs and salad and dessert. There was soup stock in both freezers, too.

Tradition?

Continued.

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