We're not a big Easter-y family. Nor are we a big Passover-y family. Some of this has to do, of course, with not being a very religious-y family. It also has a lot to do with how Spring usually goes around here.
For instance, I was greeted by this on Sunday morning when I went out for my run:
Which made me want to go right back inside and do this:
I didn't, though. Because later on I wanted to eat this:
Underneath that particular blanket of white is a carrot cake. We may not be about the holidays around these parts -- but we are all about the baked goods.