Dad used to create a treasure hunt for me every year. He would hide eggs and witty, clever clues around the house and I would have to figure out the clue to find where the next clue was until finally I came to a special treat - a chocolate bunny or some money.
For dinner, we'd have his favorite: ham! over which he would say a blessing, ending it with "...bless this food to our use and us to Thy service. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen."