The picture above shows you what greeted me first thing this morning when I walked into the kitchen. Actually, a version of it greets me every Easter morning--there's always a basket filled with fancy, gourmet goodies and a beautiful card. This was the first time for the eggs--I guess because we now always have a supply of hard-boiled eggs on hand for Steve's so-easy-I-can-do-it-in-my-sleep breakfast. It was just a matter of getting some dye, and then doing the deed after I went to bed. It's one of those little rituals that I love.
Easter always sneaks up on me. Steve's Easter basket really was a surprise for me every year for many years--for the longest time, the arrival of the Spring holiday totally escaped me. For some reason, even though in my family we did the fun things when I was growing up, the baskets and the eggs and the candy, it never loomed large in the year's events. The Easter bunny was a fun cartoon idea but I was never encouraged to believe in him (her?) like I was Santa Claus. The egg-coloring was a family activity on Saturday night--I still remember the vinegar smell of that operation. I only remember one time when my parents hid the eggs. I don't think they did that too often because, depending on how much Canadian Club may have been consumed the night before, my folks may or may not remember where the eggs were hidden. If I didn't find them all, we'd only know where they were by following the smell.
The church part of it was, in my mind, strictly periferal, and only became an issue when I decided the sanctuary was so full on Easter Sunday mainly so the women could show off their finery, the meaning of that particular Sunday being long lost. The place was always too hot, too stuffy and too crowded, and the service was way too long. When I shared these heretical ideas with my parents, they actually agreed with me. The very first Easter morning my parents elected to stay in bed while still insisting that I go to church was when I stopped going, too. Haven't been since.
So. I wish you a happy Easter in whatever way the expression has meaning for you. Eat well!
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Happy Easter, Ralph and Steve
I love that Steve took the time to color egg, and that he always gives you a basket. Kudos to Steve for remembering.
I get to look longingly at a post office box sent by my sister and have to promise not to open it until after the Easter Bunny has come. I look and look but hold to my promise. I opened it this morning and it was filled with goodies including truffles Sheila made herself.
No picture, Ralph. Get on it!
Go back and see the whole post! You beat me to the punch, the pictures there now.
Happy, Hoppity Easter, Ralph and Steve. I enjoy reading, especially the recipes. ...love the basket! -mg
Thanks for stopping by, Mary. Same to you!
Easter was really fun for me when I had young kids. I always hid candy eggs around the house and had fun watching them discover all my ingenious places - sometimes weeks and months afterwards.
When I was a kid something awful always happened. One year measles, one year I stepped on a rusty nail, one year hives and one year a haircut that was so bad, I wouldn't leave the house for ten days. We always had the spring break the week after Easter, unlike now.
Happy Easter to you....
Cuidado, your mention of Spring Break reminds me that that's probably one reason Easter is no big thing to me now. It was just another Sunday where we lived--Spring Break was unknown to me until I got to college. And we didn't get Good Friday off, either. it was strictly, strictly secular--must be the way people of other religious traditions feel in the middle of all the Christian stuff being officialy recognized..you just fit it in.
How sweet from Steve!
My Pete made a huge supper for both of us yesterday... and a good bottle of wine.
I never have been inclined to like Easter: too much chocolate and commercial values for me...
Ravel, moi aussi. Sounds like you had a good day, though.
They say better late than never... Belated Happy Spring - Easter to you and Steve!
I loved the Easter Basket - what a wonderful and thoughtful gift.
Linda
SE PA
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