Here in the village it was pretty quiet. I spent most of the day Saturday preparing for our secret picnic with the students (it's not like we aren't all together everyday). It takes all day to make paska bread, the instructions say let rise two hours, three times!
By three o'clock Sunday afternoon Garry had the fire going in the firepit in the Crawford's back yard. Last year we went to the ponds, but there is a quarantine, so we kept it at home.
There was way too much food to eat, we never even cooked a hotdog. The students really loved Yana's deviled eggs, Vova's potatoes (he makes them every time we have a meal, and they always disappear) and Kolya's crab salad (which seemed to have corn, crab and lots of cubes of baloney in mayonnaise).
It was a little cool out, and closer to four by the time everyone arrived and we could eat, but everyone had a good time hanging out and playing cornhole.
At the end, Sasha Borchuk pronounced my paska "umm, kosnee" (tasty) and I handed out some little bags with Easter candies from America, and stuffies for the babies. Misha took a survey of people who hadn't taken a paska to convince me he could have two. Eventually he did get a second one.
Don't worry, Scott and Shannon, we cleaned everything up, and Garry even had the sprinkler out on your new grass Monday. No one is allowed to walk on that patch of grass. The flowers are looking good too.
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