Truffle | 20something cupcakes

What’s better than a fabulous springtime brunch, kids?

A lovely springtime lunch!

These creamy salads are for lunchtime only. Nevermind the fact that I’ve been eating the leftovers for dinner all week long. Maybe even breakfast. Hey, there are eggs within this spread of deliciousness. Stranger things have happened.

It started when I was thinking about you. I thought – Easter’s coming, and maybe you’ll be having a ham. If you are, chances are you’ll have leftovers. And what better justice is there to do leftover ham other than a spicy-sweet Southern-style deviled ham salad?

And because everything is just that much better when served in a trio, I happily dreamed up not one but TWO more dreamy-creamy salads for this magical lunchtime affair.

Truffled. Egg. Salad. Oh, yes. This one’s a must. If you don’t already have your cabinets stocked with truffle oil and truffle salt, then this would be the perfect reason to do so. You know what ~~they~~ I say: A truffle-less kitchen is a loveless kitchen. Unless you don’t like truffle, but I’m pretty sure if you try it with eggs, you may be converted. They are a special duo, indeed.

Plus, if you’re lucky enough to be participating in an egg hunt, you’ll have plenty of leftover hard-boiled eggs to use. People do that, right? … make egg salad from leftover Easter eggs? Pretty sure that’s a thing.

And for all of the picky-folk out there who won’t touch egg salad or ham salad, we have a lovely lemony-tarragon chicken salad to round things out. It’s all about providing variety when you’re serving up a trio of salads like this – keep it in the family, but make them different enough to attract different taste-buds. I guarantee everyone will find at least one they’re crazy about.

Allow me to introduce to this truffled lasagna, also affectionately known as “sink lasagna.”

No, it doesn’t mean that this lasagna bears an ingredient list including everything but the kitchen sink. It means that this lasagna was so good, that I proceeded to eat it after dropping it…face-first…into the kitchen sink.

Not only did I eat it, but I actually served it to a friend. A poor, defenseless friend….I mean, really – what could she have said when I asked her if she minded eating it, once the laughter subsided and we got over the fact that yes, we just watched this lasagna plop right into the sink as I was trying to pour off the liquid that had accumulated in the dish from being refrigerated overnight?

Poor thing didn’t even like truffles.

This might be a good time to point out that I like to keep my sink super-clean. It’s true that Daniel’s the neat freak in the house but I get on his ass probably four times a week about the sink. My sink must be totes spotless, at all times. I don’t get why he refuses to understand this. It’s like, for someone who insists on cleaning the coffee table every time as much as a coaster has been placed on it – true story – how the hell can you not care about the fact that there is crusted food stuck to the side of the sink!? I don’t care if it’s the size of an earring back and no one can see it but me. It needs to go, and it needs to go now.

Thank goodness for my complete insanity, because I had just squeaky-cleaned my sink mere minutes before the incident. A bit of it fell too close to the garbage disposal for comfort, and so I had to part with it, but most of it was salvaged.