Easter Dinner on Easter Monday

Not that Easter matters a whit to us pagans, but there you go.

Yesterday and today too I've been the victim of one of my pinched nerve headaches from hades. They're brutal, particularly as there's no Vaquero here to give me that head and neck and shoulder magic that he works so well.

But he's almost home -- on the airtrain, in fact, from JFK.

It's too bad dinner was already made, as I expected him earlier, but he says it doesn't matter, he's sure it will most welcome.

Sirloin, pan grilled at highest burner, with ground black pepper, in a bit of olive oil, then loosely covered with foil to allow the heat from the cast iron skillet finish caramelizing the sugars in the meat;

Onions and garlic, caramelized in a bit of olive oil, with portobellos and some red wine;

Baked potatoes;

Salad of grated carrots, raisins and chinese cabbage.;

Hot salsa verde and avocado for garnish.

Plus Czech beer (for him, not me, not with this brute of a headache!).