I keep forgetting that it’s Easter/Passover this week. Vince has found my stash of cascaron eggs and has been breaking them over unsuspecting sisters inside the house. He never does this in front of me, I just find confetti and colored egg shells in various places all over the house (or hair).
Jeremy’s still gone, but Vince has taken over making dinner. It’s very meat-centric and it’s delicious. He made homemade French fries, although it was only one potato. So only like 10 fries.
Vincent is a good cook. Grandpa loves meat.