I don’t recall too much fuss being made of Easter as I was growing up. The memory of going to Mass on Easter Sunday morning is rather vivid. Being involved in a house fire on Easter Saturday night, when I was seven years old, might be one reason why I can’t get overly excited about the celebration.
For Easter this year, I hosted lunch for a few family members. I was mindful of maintaining awareness of social distancing rules imposed by someone, somewhere, all in support of COVID19 restrictions. I notice that the emphasis on Easter eggs diminishes as the family gets older. For years, my family thought I was deliberately sabotaging that ovoid-shaped chocolate treat one way or another. I would buy them in the days preceding the Easter break as any good consumer does. For various reasons, they got left behind in the packing of the car to go away, they melted en route, or worse, they would be placed somewhere near an oven or stove and melt anyway once we got to the destination.
More recently, I have viewed Easter as a four-day break from work. This year, no one was going on holiday, and I wasn’t working. We stayed home and we cooked. This year, I made an Easter Green Salad, with Hasselback Potatoes and a Peach Galette.