In spite of my early training--give up something for Lent, go to church a whole lot, cook a huge feast, visit the relatives, and buy a new bonnet--Easter has never been a very favorite holiday for me. I am not particularly religious so I don't get involved in that aspect any more. I remember the visiting family and the feasting fondly. On the other hand, my mother spent so very much time cooking and baking all kinds of traditional dishes and carrying out other Ukrainian rituals that she was pretty much toast by the actual day. In fact, the whole Easter time was a likely trigger for one of her breakdowns/psychotic episodes. Maybe I am honoring her memory by being cranky and out of sorts.
Or maybe it really is the weather. It is no fun to wear a flowered hat and patent leather shoes when there is snow on the ground. All that hype about spring and it usually isn't near spring in this part of the world. Bunnies and eggs look out of place in people's yards and there are still those who have not gotten around to taking down evergreen wreaths (which are in fact rather sadly brown) and Christmas lights. Bah! Humbug! That's what I'm saying.
We are going to go to Mike's sister's for Easter dinner this year--family and feasting. I did drag out a recipe for babka and I'll take that to contribute.
|This is a great cookbook that I have used for ages.|
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My mother's would have had a braided top.