One Lovely (Coco-nutty?) Easter

by Sarah on April 24, 2011 · 9 comments

Many many many weeks ago (or maybe just two or three?), I was awarded a One Lovely Blog award from Ms. Travelbug @ Love, Run, & Travel. I decided to be difficult (as usual) and turn it into One Lovely Easter. Instead of presenting you with a number of random facts about myself (which I do on a daily basis anyway), I give you seven random facts about Easter…as I know it.

1. I like Peeps. I don’t care that they are nutritionally blank canvases of sugary puff. [Oh wait. Isn’t that why we like them?] But I only like them when they are stale. [This is apparently an inherited trait, as Mama Smart is the same way.] If I buy them (which I don’t generally), I slit open the plastic and let them sit out for a few days. Then I’ll eat ’em.

I do have a great plan involving purchasing all of the Peeps left after Easter when they are on supersale and making a giant Rice Krispies treat in the shape of a chick out of them. We’ll see if this actually happens.

2. One of the best memories of Easter I have was the year we went to Hilton Head, South Carolina with my mom’s family, and, upon my cousin Lindsey’s insistence that we had to go to church even if we were out of town, we ended up in a random church down the road. Nothing too interesting about that, really (I feel like I have spent the past 10 years in a different church each Easter), except that about 10 minutes into the service they started lighting things on fire, my young cousins started screaming, my grandmother and cousin Emily started laughing uncontrollably, and all of us had to leave the church in a not-so-subtle exit. Needless to say, the next year, we just communed with God individually. At home.

3. That was also the year we stopped getting Easter baskets, but no one warned Lindsey and I that this was going to happen. Note to parents: please inform your (not yet adult! still deserving of Easter baskets!) children when you plan on terminating the Easter basket tradition. It will avoid a lot of sadness, resentment, and defiant, passive-aggressive Reese’s Pieces Egg eating. Speaking of which….


4. My favorite Easter candy is probably Reese’s Pieces Eggs (not the big eggs, but the little ones that come in a bag and are the only time that a Reese’s Pieces-like product will trump Peanut Butter M&Ms).

5. My family doesn’t have many Easter traditions, per se. When I was much younger, we always went to my mom’s best friend Suzy’s house for an Easter Egg hunt with the rest of the church families, and I always loved that. I also have vague memories of being in Georgia at my grandparents’ house with the entire neighborhood coming over for a hunt and Bertha whipping up hundreds of her famous ham biscuits while we sat around on picnic blankets eating Bertha‘s Coca-Cola Chicken, all doled out in huge aluminum pans in the dining room.

I do remember my mom making a coconut-covered bunny cake like this once:

Which I think is somehow responsible for the fact that….

6. I associate coconut with Easter. Some people think carrot cake, or lamb (only with mint jelly, obviously), but I think coconut. Strange, but true. Coconut-cream filled eggs especially. If you don’t have one of those lying around, you could always make some of my White Chocolate Coconut Oreo Truffles…or my newest creation: Coconut Cream Pie Cookies. [Recipe to come!]You could also completely tropical-ize your Easter and make Coconut Maca-Mango Blondies with Coconut Maca-Mango Butter…or think completely outside the box and make Coconut Shrimp! [I totally need to remake and reshoot this recipe…my photos back then were triflin‘]And speaking of (coco)nuttiness…

7. I used to always want to be one of those girls who spent a long time hunting for the perfect Easter dress. In the prep-tastic world I used to want to be a part of so badly, pearls and sundresses and the precisely chosen pair of summery sandals (despite the fact that it was usually still cold on the East Coast) were an ideal for which I strove. This year, I wore cowboy boots to church. [MawMaw would NOT be proud. But you are, Mama Smart, aren’t you?]And then my roommate took a picture of me in front of a tour bus. In the parking lot of Wal-Mart. “Because it’s so Texas!” she said.

And in Texas, I like to think the Easter Bunny is a country music-playing, money-saving, running around in the hayfield, jackrabbit.