Monday, April 25, 2011 at 4:00AM 
By Sandy Hu
It was fun to color all those eggs. But now, the naked whites are a sorry sight, tinged with bits of dye, destined for a mosaic egg salad.
If you’d like to do something a bit more interesting with those Easter eggs, try the ideas below. And for good measure, I’ve added ways to use that leftover Easter ham. Some of the recipes come from previous posts by our Special Fork bloggers.
Friday, April 22, 2011 at 4:00AM 
By Joy Liao
There is something comforting about cozying up on the couch with a bowl of soup after a long day. Interestingly, the word, ‘restaurant,’ (derived from the French word restaurer meaning “to restore”) was first used in France during the 16th century to describe a highly concentrated soup sold by street vendors and advertised as an antidote to physical exhaustion.
A few years ago while living in Los Angeles, I discovered the joys of Mexican soups and stews. A couple of notable favorites include Birria and Caldo de Res, but by far my favorite Mexican soup is Albóndigas, which literally translates to "meatball" in Spanish. Luckily, I was able to jot down a family recipe from a friend, whose mother makes an amazing version.
Thursday, April 21, 2011 at 4:00AM Easter symbolizes the dawn of spring – the sweetest season of the year. It’s a time when families gather together for a feast. The centerpiece of our feast is always a traditional Easter ham.
Other dishes we like to make are boiled red potatoes, because they look like eggs, tossed in a little butter, salt and dill, and bright green sugar snap peas because they’re the boys’ favorite veggie. Whatever you do though, try to make most of dinner in advance, so you’ll have time to hide colored eggs for the festive hunt.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011 at 4:00AM 
By Lori Powell
So, officially spring has arrived in my neck of the woods. Tulips, hyacinths and the ubiquitous forsythia that bloom everywhere at this time of the year are flourishing.
The birds are singing up some sweet tunes every morning. Two Mourning Doves showed up on my back porch during that horrendous rainstorm last Saturday, which I took as a token of good luck! Apparently they establish their territory in early spring.
I was hoping that they would consider my back porch as their home. They mate for life and these two were huddled together on a shelf, safe under the back porch away from the high winds and torrential rain.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 4:00AM My Nana could have eaten eggs and bacon for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Mind you, she didn’t, as that would not have constituted a proper diet, but it was decidedly her favorite meal and aroused in her the same genuine joy and finger-licking enthusiasm morning after morning for 90 years. Any style of egg would do, but the best was scrambled and when done right, moist and soft, well that was what she called ambrosia.
No eggs were better than those served at the hotel’s daily breakfast buffet on our family trip to Prachatice, the small Czech town where my great grandfather (Nana’s father) was born. Of all the experiences on this pilgrimage, it was the tale of these eggs, (along with that of an eccentric tour guide at the Budweiser plant) which became the stuff of lore; quite fitting, given Nana’s innate love of a well-cooked egg (and a cold beer).
