|recipe at Eclectic Recipes|
We love Peeps in this house. I love them fresh and I savor the crunch of the sugar. My husband, for some reason, likes them when they're a little dry and stale. Either way, I think melted over chocolate sounds great. And Rick got the new chocolate dipped Peeps this year in his Easter basket.
Zack loves Easter egg hunts. And at some point, I'm so exhausted that I sit on the porch stoop and chuck the eggs as far as I can throw them into the yard. Zack thinks this is hilarious and the game is to see how fast he can grab these easy-to-see eggs.
Occasionally, one goes missing, like last year, when we found one months later in the flower bed.
I had to explain really really fast to Zack why three-month-old candy that had been exposed to the elements was not a good food group choice.
I love making Easter baskets for Zack. It doesn't hurt that I love giving presents anyway -- holidays just give me an excuse to do more! Interestingly, Zack isn't a huge candy eater, although I introduced him to the joys of the Godiva chocolate store at the mall, and every few months or so, we make a trip and he gets to pick one out. I have to remember my camera on Monday because I think we're going to be making a trip.
Yes, I love making up Easter baskets full of Matchbox cars and Pokemon cards and random treasures, but Easter takes me back to a wounded place in my heart some eleven, twelve years ago.
When I lived in Charlottesville, VA, I blundered into an Episcopal church quite by accident, on the very first day of Holy Week. In the midst of my loneliness and pain, I found myself loving the tradition and the quiet and the calm and the candlelight of that evening, and regardless of my beliefs or my place in the world at the time, it was exactly where I needed to be right then -- sitting in a corner of a back pew, watching. I've never felt that sense of being alone yet belonging since.
|Church ruins about 15 miles from where I live.|
I hesitated to write about that experience because religion is such a polarizing issue, but really, I think what we believe and the way we believe is so personal that lumping a group of people into ANY one group would be kind of tough. There are nuances of a theme, things that make any single person believe more of this and less than that. With the way the world is right now, I'd be happier if there was less debate over who has it right and who has it wrong, and we'd just concentrate on being kind. I feel pretty confident that kindness is universally accepted as a Good Thing.
|Zack, age two, and a friend.|
So love and hugs to all of you -- have some chocolate, enjoy your friends and family, hunt eggs, and thanks for visiting me today. Happy Easter.