I was giving some thought to Easter food and traditions and decided it would be a good week to have Weekend Supper Club Vacation. Easter is such a traditional day of eating, it is not necessarily a good time to introduce a new dish to your family. Instead of sharing a recipe I thought it would be fun to share an Easter memory, tradition, or story.
I was trying to think back on all my Easter memories and decide, if I had to pick one, which would it be....so I picked three:
When I was a little girl my Mom and Dad used to give us traditional Easter baskets, as well as a new Easter dress, shoes, hat and gloves for church. They would sometimes, also give us a real, live, baby chick (or baby duck). I can close my eyes and remember how fun it was to hold that little chirping ball of fur that wanted nothing more than to run away from me and poop in my hand... but I didn't care...The bad part of course was that I don't recall more than the first day it arrived, so I'm not really sure what ever happened sto them after Easter. I think that's what everyone did back then (50 years ago). My parents were both from farming families and the birth of the baby chicks/ducks represented Spring. In the country it was a time when hundreds of little baby chicks were running around on new green grass celebrating the beginning of warm weather.
Second, when JJ was about 3 years old I bought 2 baby chicks for him on Easter. My kids were saying, "what the heck are we gonna do with baby chicks? you know they're going to grow up and poop all over the place!". We had a lot of fun with those baby chicks and JJ loved them for the 3-4 weeks we had them (we gave them to a friend of Julie's that had chickens).
Third, when Jen was a little girl, probably getting ready to turn 6, we hid Easter eggs for her around our house in Tucson. We lived in the foothills area and were surrounded by beautiful desert plants (no yard or grass). We hid the eggs for Jen around the outside of the house, among whatever small piece of greenery or sparse plantings we could. When she began to look for them she peeked behind a small green bush and stirred up a small nest of baby desert cottontails. She thought it was the Easter Bunny of course and we couldn't have planned it any better if we tried. I can still see her face when she saw those baby bunnies lying there.
Traditions are so different and interesting for everyone, I would love for you to take the time and share a story that comes to mind of an Easter in your past. I will post my next recipe at the beginning of next week and we will resume WSC. Thanks so much for playing along with me here. I love you guys and Happy Easter!
My very favorite holiday was Easter because I knew that I would get a new dress, shoes, fancy socks with ruffles, gloves, hat and a purse. One Easter I woke up to a 4' tall blow up Easter bunny by my bed. I drug that bunny around all day until it srung a leak but I still had my Easter basket filled with candy.
ReplyDeleteWhen my kids were little, they too would get all new clothes for church and Easter baskets sitting on the kitchen table just waiting for them to get up. I would watch as they Easter Egg hunted at church every year with their friends and then count how many eggs they found.
Then 23 years ago my dad passed away on Easter Sunday just as church was starting. My mom thought "what a better day for your dad to die, he was a fine Christian man and that must have been his wishes since he kept telling us from his hospital bed that he needed a new suit for Easter Sunday." I miss him so much and Easter will never be the same for me. I am going to El Paso tomorrow with my brothers and we will spend a few days with my mom and with that will come many conversations about that Easter Sunday 23 years ago.
Happy Easter Ladies.