Easter is my favorite holiday.
Like yeah, I enjoy the food and present holidays, but Easter has always been my favorite.
When I was a kid, I’d wake up and there would be three easter baskets waiting for me and my brothers. Inside would be a treasure trove of See’s candy.
A chocolate bunny
Hollow chocolate eggs with white chocolate chicks inside
Chocolate covered marshmallow eggs
and my most favorite a Giant Bordeaux Egg
We’d then head outside and search for solid chocolate bright foil wrapped eggs and of course the dyed eggs too.
I’d always go after as many mini chocolate eggs as possible, as we always turned the dyed eggs into deviled eggs, so it wasn’t as if we kept those individually.
After our hunt we’d make a big breakfast: waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon, mimosas (or OJ) and toast or english muffins.
Then the rest of the day my brothers and I would gorge on candy, I’d help make deviled eggs for lunch time snacks, and that night we’d always have a big tasty dinner. Sometimes lamb, especially if people came to visit, sometimes a roast, but always something good.
Adam doesn’t really understand my love of Easter.
Every year I go out and make him a big basket full of his favorite candies, he’s still never made me one. Usually he’ll take me out, or get me a present during the day after he’s presented with his basket and realizes he didn’t get me anything…
Tomorrow’s Easter, it’s also another “holiday” up here. I know that my favorite day is going to be pushed to the wayside and that bums me out because all I ever want is to wake up on Easter and see that Bordeaux Egg waiting for me, perhaps a small gift. I just miss that tradition.