Easter Greetings
It'll be Easter soon. It's sort of crept up on me. No sooner had the chocolate Santas been relegated to the bargain bins at the supermarket than chocolate bunnies and bilbies (that's the Aussie equivalent) began appearing on the shelves. It happened so long ago that I've already become used to mentally 'tuning out' the foil wrapped eggs and the hot cross buns. Thinking to myself that I'll look at them nearer the time. Then suddenly Easter is upon us and I haven't given any serious thought as to which egg to buy for my inner child. I don't kid myself that Jim will cough up for one but he might be persuaded to draw a face on a soft boiled breakfast egg.
As a youngster, I used to like Smartie eggs with cheerful purple foil wrapping and a little cellophane packet of Smarties hidden inside to be hoarded and sucked slowly when all else had been consumed. Ideally, of course, saved until my sisters had eaten theirs.
The Cadburys mini eggs were fun too. The trick was to balance them one at a time on the front of the electric fire, turning them carefully so that the chocolate inside became liquid but without heating the sugar shell to cracking point. It's a lost art and I think perhaps you have to be pretty stoned to fully appreciate it.
Of course, having been brought up in a Catholic household my first memories of Easter were of getting up on the Sunday morning and finding a chocolate egg waiting for me but with a message in blue Biro scrawled along the top, "Don't eat this, or you won't be able to go to communion."
In those days you were required to fast for three hours before going to mass if you were planning to take communion. I wasn't about to complain, as it had only recently been reduced from 12 hours. I believe it's only an hour these days. Perhaps, if there are any practising Catholics still amongst my acquaintances they can update me on current protocol.
What are your earliest memories of Easter?
What were / are you favourite eggs? Milk chocolate? Plain chocolate? White chocolate? Caramac?
Did anyone really hunt for eggs or is that just something they invented for Hollywood movies?
As a youngster, I used to like Smartie eggs with cheerful purple foil wrapping and a little cellophane packet of Smarties hidden inside to be hoarded and sucked slowly when all else had been consumed. Ideally, of course, saved until my sisters had eaten theirs.
The Cadburys mini eggs were fun too. The trick was to balance them one at a time on the front of the electric fire, turning them carefully so that the chocolate inside became liquid but without heating the sugar shell to cracking point. It's a lost art and I think perhaps you have to be pretty stoned to fully appreciate it.
Of course, having been brought up in a Catholic household my first memories of Easter were of getting up on the Sunday morning and finding a chocolate egg waiting for me but with a message in blue Biro scrawled along the top, "Don't eat this, or you won't be able to go to communion."
In those days you were required to fast for three hours before going to mass if you were planning to take communion. I wasn't about to complain, as it had only recently been reduced from 12 hours. I believe it's only an hour these days. Perhaps, if there are any practising Catholics still amongst my acquaintances they can update me on current protocol.
What are your earliest memories of Easter?
What were / are you favourite eggs? Milk chocolate? Plain chocolate? White chocolate? Caramac?
Did anyone really hunt for eggs or is that just something they invented for Hollywood movies?
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