Easter was a big deal for me growing up as I did in a relatively Catholic household because my father would make a grand show of things, creating poetic clues written on little pieces of paper that he'd scatter around, leading us kids to the eggs and prizes he’d hidden in the backyard somewhere. I loved it. Although I didn't necessarily understand the religious underpinnings, it was simply thrilling enough, waking up on Easter morning to discover huge chocolate bunnies, Peeps, jelly beans, and alarmingly colored plastic grass stuffed in glorious white wicker baskets for us too, wrapped in cellophane. And of course, I’ve always had a penchant for pastels.
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