Happy Easter, everyone. Several years ago, it was warm enough on Easter to wear a rayon dress with a wool blazer. Today, it's snowing. The ham's in the oven at 250 really just to heat through before I glaze it, and we're poised to do our catering act for my parents. At least there's not much real cooking to do: just glazed baby carrots and mashed potatoes, which can be done in 20 minutes at the end.

Then we toss everything in a cooler with a bunch of dish towels, throw it in the back seat, and off we go. I made oatmeal raisin cookies yesterday. Those are already packed away in a tin. It's gotten to be routine for us with the holidays to do this sort of catering, although I've never done it before on Easter. My parents are only 10-15 minutes away, depending on how lucky we get with the lights, so keeping everything warm isn't really a problem.

I like to sleep late on weekends unless there's some compelling reason to get up early. My parents like to eat their holiday dinners in the middle of the afternoon, which I don't really mind, but it's going to make time a bit tight heating the ham all the way through. I don't suppose it really matters, though, because it's already cooked, and it's really only the outside that gets glazed for the last 10 minutes. It even came with a glaze packet. Seems pretty idiot-proof.