That’s what happens. Like yesterday. I didn’t even think of Easter dinner. But I got up, took out and fed the dog and she went back to bed with my husband. I took off to the grocery store, where as a newbie I’d checked the hours the evening before.
I bought what was freshest, what I determined on the fly: roast Lamb Robert (Jacques Pepin recipe online). I didn’t use the grill because it’s 13 floors down from our temporary apartment and didn’t want to leave Jim down there alone.
Scalloped potatoes – thinly sliced red ones with the skin on, a bit of half-and-half, salt and pepper in a 425 degree oven for an hour. And baby arugula sauteed in olive oil and garlic.
And after I put meat and potatoes in the oven my husband said, let’s drive to see these places to live. My response “It’s Easter Sunday!” Nothing’s open and I’m working on a great dinner!
Finally, he settled on taking dog Zoe for a walk, and we ate and he complimented me on a lovely meal. He didn’t eat the arugula, I cut up a raw carrot for him instead, no Val it won’t help his eyesight (top of the charts for contacts) but he likes them. Cheers! Dee
Cooking with Dee 
I LOVE me some arugula! but since I’m the only one in household who will eat it, I feel too guilty when part of a package wilts in the fridge…
There is hope, however – Z ate SALAD as an accompaniment to his grilled fish when we checked out our new Furr’s cafeteria last week ;-)
Make it the Italian way, saute some garlic in olive oil, toss it in and add salt and pepper, let it go for a few minutes and it’s done. Tell him it’s spinach. D