With Easter just a week away, I somehow managed to eat meat today. Again. Just as I have for the majority of all Fridays throughout Lent. However, at least I know when Good Friday is.*
I’ve always considered Easter a festive holiday, complete with memories of buying a new dress each year, searching for Easter eggs (which I absolutely hated – I mean, just put them in the basket) and enjoying my own generous basket, filled with chocolates, candies, useless but amusing toys and the occasional dollar(s) bills.
This year, I’m looking forward to having Good Friday off and enjoying some holiday-themed treats. Just like these:
Banana Blueberry Buttermilk Bread
Baked Apple-Cinnamon French Toast
*A certain someone who will remain namless asked my dad when Good Friday was this evening. It has to be more than just being a blonde.
[images and recipes courtesy of delish]
The Girl and Her Dog 
“a certain someone”. Ha.