Dia de los Conejitos
12/4/09 14:39![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madrobinsWhile we're not Christian around here, we're not much of anything else, either (I identify as a UU, everyone identifies as agnostic (Sarcasm Girl), atheist (the spouse) or "Huh?" (Avocado). However, we identify strongly with the cultural trappings of certain holidays, particularly Christmas and Easter. It's all about the stockings and chocolate bunnies.
Only this year, because of SG's eccentric schedule and the House Mouse, I did not do an egg hunt. I pointed out that at almost-19 and 13, respectively, perhaps worrying about chocolate eggs was a bit passé, and Sarcasm Girl seemed okay with this (well, and her boyfriend was here, so everything was good). Avocado, however, was disconsolate. No egg hunt? SG and her beau have taken A out to a movie, in aid of pulling the thorn from her little green paw.
So: no egg hunt. I am, however, making the traditional household celebratory meal: bunny meat loaf. And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
klages, who loves meatloaf and admires the conceit, is coming for dinner too. It's not a cake, but the fundamental principles apply: you make a meatloaf in the shape of a rabbit, "frost" it with mashed potatoes, and seat it on a bed of green beans. Eyes are jelly-beans or carrot slices or whatever else is to hand; ears are paper (there's a limit to what I can do with mashed potatoes. That, and apple pie, should keep the
I'll post a photo later.
For those of you for whom this is a day of holy celebration, I wish you joy. For those who are in mid-Passover, joy likewise. As for everyone else: eat a chocolate egg and think of me.
Only this year, because of SG's eccentric schedule and the House Mouse, I did not do an egg hunt. I pointed out that at almost-19 and 13, respectively, perhaps worrying about chocolate eggs was a bit passé, and Sarcasm Girl seemed okay with this (well, and her boyfriend was here, so everything was good). Avocado, however, was disconsolate. No egg hunt? SG and her beau have taken A out to a movie, in aid of pulling the thorn from her little green paw.
So: no egg hunt. I am, however, making the traditional household celebratory meal: bunny meat loaf. And
klages, who loves meatloaf and admires the conceit, is coming for dinner too. It's not a cake, but the fundamental principles apply: you make a meatloaf in the shape of a rabbit, "frost" it with mashed potatoes, and seat it on a bed of green beans. Eyes are jelly-beans or carrot slices or whatever else is to hand; ears are paper (there's a limit to what I can do with mashed potatoes. That, and apple pie, should keep the I'll post a photo later.
For those of you for whom this is a day of holy celebration, I wish you joy. For those who are in mid-Passover, joy likewise. As for everyone else: eat a chocolate egg and think of me.