Easter

As I remember, Easter is an interesting time of year in my family. Up until this year (when someone decided Passover should be earlier) my birthday has always fallen on either the same week as, or the week before my birthday. So 'birthday sized' egg hunts and cabane-a-sucre visits were most definitely in order, making Easter and spring a special time of year (even though I hate he mud). Most families, so I've heard, get together and have a yummy home-cooked meal, much like Christmas or thanksgiving. Our family is a little different. Since the family comprised mostly of hungry men, a lot of food is required from my tiny Italian grandmother (or 'Mamie'). In effort to make her life easier, the boys usually offer to bring the food. As they enter the house the delicious aroma fills the air. Mamie scrambles to bring out her nice plates and makes sure to set out extra napkins. The food is lovingly dished out, scooped out of the styrofoam containers and carton boxes. Someone needs to ask: "Does anyone want a fork or knife?"... someone always answers without a beat: "Why? It's 'finger- lickin' good!!!"

I haven't been at Easter supper in 5 years, but I'm told the tradition stays strong...