Easter

Easter was low-key this year. No traveling, no visitors, no mayhem. Just the usual candy, eggs, candy, money under the plates, candy, pizza frit (a house specialty), Easter Mass, and a bit more candy. And the kids had some candy too.




Bad eggs!







Uh-oh.

Enzo doesn't understand the concept of 'gentle'.

The carnage.

Maggie was the lucky recipient of the egg that rolled out of the shell and off the table.



The finished product.