Easter dinner on Pesach.

So, as a lot of you know, I come from an intermarriage. Okay, both my parents are Jewish now, but that's pretty recent. Dad's family isn't Jewish, and so Easter dinner was today.

You know, for not being Jewish, the non-Jewish part of my family does a pretty good job of accommodating us Jews.

We showed up at my Uncle Walter and Aunt Diane's house in Bolton, about an hour away from our house, at about 11:30. It was pretty small -- just Diane, Walter, two of their four children (Erica and Meghan -- Liz is in Barcelona, and I forgot to ask where Stephen was), my Uncle Bob, my grandparents on that side -- Papa Ralph and Nonie Grace, my father, and Lis and me.

Of course, one of the main courses was the traditional ham, but Diane also made a salmon fillet with dill and lemon for folks who keep kosher. There were two quiches which weren't Peasadich, but there was a potato pancake thing, sort of like a flat kugel or a giant latke, that was -- and was delicious. There was a stewed cherry tomatoes and onions thing that was fantastic, and asparagus.

Dessert included a cheesecake and cream puffs (from Costco -- they're really good) -- not kosher for Passover -- and grapes and strawberries with sour cream and brown sugar to dip them in -- kosher for Passover.

Dad, Lis, and I had no trouble finding plenty to eat. And it was amazingly good, too.

So, that's my father's side of the family. I like them.

Because there's a chance SOMEONE on my friends list hasn't seen it yet:

A very neat and sexy commercial for Campari.

undauntra, I think one of the actors sort of looks like you a bit.