Happy Easter


We dyed eggs and made Rice Krispie treats with spring pastel colored sprinkles. Grant grilled butterflied lamb and served it with asparagus and smashed potatoes. Bella and I had rolled out and cut cookie dough that Mary mixed up. We were going to frost and decorate the bunny, chick and egg-shaped cookies, but we ate them before that happened. Best of all, I didn’t have to help the Easter Bunny hide eggs, never a parental duty I particularly enjoyed. In Fort Lauderdale, we hid 100+ eggs for the kids to find. 

Nowadays, the eggs are all plastic, but when I was a child, my mother started about a month early and blew eggs which we dyed for decorations, in addition to a couple of dozen hard boiled eggs. These were hidden throughout the house along with some individually wrapped marshmallow eggs. Inevitably, an egg or two wouldn’t be found in the mad hunt Sunday morning. Eventually, our dog Bootsie would find and eat the missed ones, including shells or wrappers. 

When our children were young, and we attended the Unitarian Universalist Church of Fort Lauderdale, we provided a cake for coffee hour on the Sunday closest to each child’s birthday. One year, Mary’s birthday was Easter Sunday. I ended up buying 2 full sheet cakes from Publix to be able to serve the Easter crowd. She was thrilled. 

Monday morning, before Bella got up, I gathered all the eggs, her Easter basket, and most of the decorations including the bunny plates I gave Mary for her birthday. The plan was for Grant to pack it up and put in the overhead storage in the garage. Less stuff to be scattered around the house. While he did that, Bella and I worked in the front yard. All would have been well, except Mary accidentally opened the garage door just as we were standing there. Much dismay that the eggs were going away. After being assured her candy was still available and that the eggs were just being stored for the bunny, calm was restored. No good deed...


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