Same to you. Something about a zombie hippie coming out of his grave to eat chocolate eggs, yeah?
No 'big dinner spread' this year (feeling lazy), but we did get this outstanding cock-shaped chicharron and a few bottles of this badass carrot juice, my favorite brand:
Also, I've got a corned beef simmering away out there, smelling up the place in the best possible way....wild onions from the garden, few aromatics, rock salt, and some pungent South African peppercorns.