EASTER AND PASSOVER: JOINED AT THE HIP – Marilyn Armstrong

RDP Saturday: EGG

Last night, I made French toast — pain perdu — for dinner. I don’t know how they serve it in France, but here, it gets served with bacon on the side and real, Vermont maple syrup on top.

It is delicious and more like dessert than dinner.

Dinner or breakfast, it’s delicious

Over the years, eggs have been good for you, bad for you, terrible for you, good for you, excellent for you … and here in New England, brown ones are supposed to be healthier than white ones. I have no idea if there’s any truth to that because I always buy the cheapest eggs I can, but always large ones because one day I came home with medium-sized eggs and my granddaughter refused to even speak to me.

My Easter eggs never looked this good!

She really loved eggs and she though buying small eggs was cruel and unusual breakfast.

A very modern Seder plate

It can also be pretty funny

This week is Passover and Easter. They always come at the same time because “The Last Supper” was a Seder during Passover, so this is one of those times when Christians have to examine (if they think about it and I’m pretty sure most of them don’t) their Jewish roots. There are hard-boiled eggs on the Passover table too, by the way. Just so you know, this is a very eggy week.

A Seder table – More work than you ever imagined for a single meal!

Personally, I ignore warnings about eggs. I don’t eat them every day and never did. Also, I figure a house that has eggs and bread will never be hungry.

The eggs of the bunny?

Happy whatever you celebrate and happy whatever you do not celebrate. And enjoy your eggs. I add a hint of vanilla extract to the beaten eggs and it definitely adds a certain “Je ne sais quoi” to the French toast.

Oh, almost forgot: I shake a LOT of cinnamon on the bread as it is frying. How wrong can you go with vanilla, cinnamon, and maple syrup?

PIETY, PRANKS, AND PARTIES: EASTER MEDIEVAL STYLE – Reblog – Alli Templeton

Easter in the very olden days of yore.
Plus, there were eggs.

In medieval times, life revolved around the church, and the year was marked out by a series of religious festivals, customs and holidays of which Christmas and Easter were the main events. But contrary to many a modern perception, people in the Middle Ages had more time off than we do today. And although there was a good deal of attending church and religious rituals and processions, these did bring the community together, and they also knew how to kick back and have fun.

The Easter period would start with Shrove Tuesday, a secular holiday involving boisterous games and sports. After this, the fun gave way to the fasting period of Lent, when churches were hung with veils and crosses shrouded. Little observed today, if anything we brace ourselves to give up chocolate or booze for the requisite 40 days, but they took it much more seriously in the Middle…

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THE MORNING AFTER THE FIFTEEN … OY … TEN COMMANDMENTS …

Ten is hard enough. Another five? Oy.

Today was the day. Our annual, ritual watching of “The Ten Commandments.” It’s not that we love the movie. More like it has become a bit of a joke, but also a ritual. Listening and smiling at the narration of Cecile B. DeMille. The incredibly stilted dialogue … ah, Moses, Moses …

Evening … time for the show to begin …

We readied ourselves for The Experience. Evening had arrived. The light outside was fading. Garry popped in the DVD and it said “Overture.” But when Cecile B. DeMille showed up on-screen, we didn’t see any captions. Uh oh. Can’t watch without captions!

Overture … but no captions!

Garry thought he had set the captions, but now Cecile was telling us about the movie and he wasn’t captioned. I turned the movie off and tried to restart it. It wouldn’t restart. We finally rebooted the machine and … it started. I set the captions.

Duke’s ready too!

Every movie that includes captions (some still don’t) does it a different way. You may find captions under “Languages,” “Settings,” “Subtitles,” or something else. Exactly how you set them is also entirely whimsical.

Garry checks to make sure he’s got the right disc.

A critical moment as (unbeknownst to Moses) his mother is about to become grease to Ramses stones.

We had trouble getting the second disc in, too. We’ve been debating whether or not to get a new DVD player. Maybe we need one. This one is getting really touchy. About everything.

Finally, I got up and jiggled the DVD around until it decided it had found its home and the movie … slowly, slowly, slowly … began. Phew.

We’d sure have hated to miss the angel of death and those forty years of walking around the Sinai.

Everything’s in place.

Here is where the really holy part begins.

Note Garry’s feet as he watches God freeing his wife’s people. Woo hoo!

A happy Easter to all who celebrate. Many bright eggs to all who collect … and don’t overdo it on the matzoh!

Or, as Garry put it …

So let it be written. So let it be done!

Hunting for Springtime

Hard to see any evidence of springtime by the river.

Hard to see any evidence of springtime by the river.

And so we went out to see if spring was coming. There’s no sign of leaves on the trees, nor any flowering shrubs heavy with buds. Last year, everything was early and blooming by now. This year, it looks much more like November than April.

Kaity looks for something to shoot ... a bird, a flower and finds ... not much.

Kaity looks for something to shoot … a bird, a flower and finds … not much.

Yet there are signs. Small signs and not easy to find, but they are there. The grass is beginning to show green. The twigs on bushes are red with fresh sap. There are buds, still small and far from ready to burst, but Spring will come. Late this year … early last year. It evens out, I guess.

A bird stopped briefly by, but did not stay long enough to capture an image.

A bird stopped briefly by, but did not stay long enough to capture an image.

It’s odd not having flowers at Easter, but at last we have some crocuses. I thought we weren’t going to have any at all this year, but though delayed, a few have struggled through late snows, ice, and hard frosts and are blooming in our garden.

As if the benches too are waiting for the air to finally warm.

As if the benches too are waiting for the air to finally warm.

The forsythia would usually be blooming by now, but it isn’t and looks to be at least a week or two in the future.

A classic case of better late than never!

An All-Year Christmas Tree

It’s getting toward the end of January and our Christmas tree is glowing brightly in the dining room. There are people who are a bit slow to take down the tree, but I believe that we are by far, the absolutely slowest.

Tree 2012

No one ever wants to take the tree down. It’s not a real tree, so there’s no time limit. It’s not going to dry out nor is it going to drop millions of pine needles in the house. I guess that takes the edge off it, but to be fair, we’ve always had a problem with our tree. I think we should just throw something over it and leave it up until next year. Nonetheless, sometime around Easter, someone will point out, usually a guest, that we still have the tree up.

We pleasantly agree that yes, indeed, the tree is still standing. Yup, absolutely, no doubt about it, the tree is right there in the dining room where it was during Christmas, New Year‘s, Martin Luther King Day and Valentine’s Day. We just rename it in honor of whatever holiday is currently in progress.

We used to be embarrassed but after all these years of not taking down the tree until the flowers are blooming in the garden, we’ve become fairly thick-skinned about the whole thing.

More Tree

I can’t take it down myself, nor is this Garry’s bailiwick. When I was younger, I did all that stuff but I’m not so young now. My back is not accommodating about bending, twisting. It’s barely willing to coöperate and let me do things like sleep through the night (defined as more than 5 hours), walk around without yelping with pain every time I move or even sit on the sofa. It is, in fact, pretty bad and while sometimes it seems to be getting better, the moment I try to do anything more than nothing, it lets me know about it on no uncertain terms. So, if it’s up to me, that tree is a permanent part of our decor.

Gifts

Right now, it’s the Winter Tree. Next month, when I am sure it will still be standing there, I will call it our Valentine Tree and if it’s still hanging around in April, it will be the Passover and Easter tree. In between it will be my birthday tree, then Garry’s birthday tree.

By May it becomes a bit embarrassing and my son will probably take the tree down. If not, we’ll just call it his birthday tree and by Autumn, we might as well just leave it up because the holidays will be coming around again.

No one can say we don’t get enough use out of our tree. We have gotten our money’s worth. That tree doesn’t owe us a thing.