Lamb just right for Easter

ON EASTER Sunday our clever hens lay beautiful coloured eggs with the children and grandchildren’s names on them. In late morning we have an Easter egg hunt in the Palais des Poulets.

When the children have found their very own eggs and deposited them carefully in the basket, there’s a stampede to the garden where they run hither and thither looking for their chocolate eggs which the Easter Bunny might have hidden in the beech hedge, tucked into flowering shrubs or into a clump of daffodils. The excitement is off the radar. Later those who can bear to eat their precious eggs have boiled egg soldiers.

Later we tuck into our spring lamb and a juicy rhubarb tart. There is lots of wild garlic at present so I plan to serve wild garlic champ with my roast Spring lamb this year.