Easter Feaster
A meal so good it could make a king jealous and a saint blush, but only if the saint had a sweet tooth and a bad attitude.
My grandma’s chicken was so crispy it could’ve been a side dish. The gravy was so good I tried to drink it straight from the pot.
The potatoes were like golden straws and the veggies looked like they were trying to escape the blender. The dessert was a surprise that made my cousin scream.
I ate so much I felt like I was going to explode. My brother said it was like I had swallowed a whole Easter basket.