Rabbit Ears

There are no rules on holidays.

That's what "Dr. T", my Applied Kinesiology teacher, says.

And so, this weekend, I eat Cadbury Creme Eggs and marshmallow bunnies. Flipping through the colored drugstore ads from the newspaper, my housemate and I reminisce about Easter baskets gone-by: speckled pastel malt balls; brightly colored, egg-shaped gum; melty, creamy foil-covered chocolate medallions with peanut butter or crispy rice; marshmallow peeps: fresh, or left out to stale a few days; tall skinny corn-syrup bunnies that taste like circus peanuts candies; jelly beans galore; one tall, hollow, waxy chocolate rabbit with sugar eyes and a little ribbon bow tie.

Oh my goodness, the sugar.

I understand and love the Christian meaning of Easter. It and its traditions have been with me since I was a baby. This weekend, all of my family will be together in Southern California. After church, they will eat honey baked ham, asparagus, white rolls, jello jigglers, molded into round eggs. They'll eat some green salad, some fruit salad, perhaps some lamb and I really can't remember what else. This is my second Easter without them. It's a little bit sad!

Last year, we had an AK-friendly brunch: Italian frittata, vanilla bean fruit salad, wheat-free pancakes, bacon, mimosas. For one morning, five housemates and one friend sat over a lazy breakfast, eating well and loving eachother. I love how food brings people together.