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Growing up we have celebrated Jesus rising rather than bunnies and chocolate. I remember one hunt I forced my brother to play with me with empty eggs just because I wanted to look for eggs like “normal” kids.
But we always went to church and we called it Easter.
However, this April I find Christians are going just as ballistic as they do when people say “Happy Holidays!” instead of “Merry Christmas!” in december. The “sanctified response” to a pleasant “Happy easter!” is “URGGH RESURRECTION SUNDAY!”
That may or may not be mildly exaggerated.
Call me old fashioned but Happy Easter.
One thing I have seen done since out-growing candy on Easter (not!) is the unimaginative practice of throwing eggs all over the field and little ones merely have to pick them up.
If we are going to encourage gorging on chocolate and sugar we might as well make em work for it am I right?
Behold, the Easter egg scavenger hunt.
It lasted about 25 minutes with kindergartners. That is like a week in kindergarten time.
Next year, do this.
Greasest idea since they decided to french the fries.
Crumble up an entire head of cauliflower and toss with olive oil, garlic (fresh/dried/fried/pickled) and dash with a heaping helping of salt.
Roast at 450 for about 40 minutes and toss every 10 minutes or so.
I usually last about 30 minutes and eat the entire portion alone.
This time I managed to whip up a bed of noodles with marinara sauce to hold my white vegetable while waiting.