Even the table cloth is reminiscent of my mother's.
It is the Ukrainian tradition to fill a basket with Easter foods and take them to church for a blessing. My mother set out all the food on the table for Saturday night and had the priest come to the house for blessing of the food.
There was a ham and kielbasa. A little dish of salt and shaped butter with an impression of a cross pressed in. There were eggy, sweet breads--paska and babka--and eggs, of course.
I remember celery and carrot sticks as the vegetable. There was also a dish of horseradish mixed with red beets.
We did have some elaborate Ukrainian eggs such as this:
We did color eggs every year, but ours were more along the lines of this one that I found on Martha Stewart:
We drew the designs with melted wax and a toothpick and then dyed the eggs.
In truth, I was not enamored of the whole Easter holiday. It involved a lot of time in church, which I hated. When not in church, my mom was in the kitchen doing the baking and other elaborated preparations. The table was set up the night before so the food could be blessed, then put away.
I mostly remember, from after the basket hunt days, my mother going to bed right after Easter Sunday service and sleeping for the day. I am sure she was exhausted, but Easter dinner kind of felt like eating leftovers.
Also, Easter as a celebration of the Springtime renewal is kind of lost in Vermont since it is just as likely to be snowing that day as not. What was the point of having new black patent leather shoes when you had to wear boots?
I saved the best for last, though--paskha.
My mother made hers in a clay flower pot. It is a rich cheese dessert--a creamy cheesecake experience. I wouldn't mind having some of that again someday.
I file this under "things I did not appreciate as a child but have a certain nostalgic fondness for thinking about now."