I spent easter weekend back in March like I do all holidays, feasting. I travelled back to Sussex with my bag packed with treats. Praline quail eggs, and salted caramel seagulls eggs from Rococo as well as a slightly ridiculous easter wreath (because that’s a thing) for my decoration-obsessed Mum.
I kicked off easter lunch with a smoked salmon and horseradish pâté with pickled cucumber, radish and rye bread. For the main event I cooked up a feast of mustardy duck breasts and a carrot and ricotta herby tart.
Obviously Easter isn’t complete without a bunch of competitive fully grown adults having an Easter egg hunt. Followed by a few slices of a saffron hot cross bun loaf in front of the fire with a cat.