It’s Good Friday, and any kids (or big kids) in households where Easter is celebrated are probably eagerly awaiting the moment they get that glorious basket stuffed with colorful candy and toys.
When I was growing up, Easter was one of my favorite holidays. The Easter bunny always had our baskets filled and waiting for us on the dining room table when we got up that morning, so we’d eagerly dash for the dining room to see what he brought.
It was a good bet that we’d get some Cadbury Creme Eggs, which are my sister’s absolute favorite. Well, they probably compete in her heart and tummy for Peeps, which are her other favorite. I generally went along with both of those, as well as any foil-covered chocolates and jelly beans the bunny felt like leaving. But my favorite was the chocolate bunny — especially if it was solid chocolate instead of hollow.
After baskets, it was time to hunt for eggs. As I’ve mentioned in comments earlier this week, the Easter bunny always hid real eggs around our house. We dyed the eggs and he got them out of the refrigerator and hid them. The hunt was almost more exciting to me than the baskets.
We had an Easter disaster one year when we left our baskets on the table while we went to church. When we returned, we discovered that Molly, our Chesapeake Bay Retriever, had eaten everything in our baskets except the chocolate bunnies. Molly got in big trouble, but she survived the ingestion of all that chocolate and sugar. And she didn’t have much fun when the foil that covers the chocolates made an appearance later.
On a vaguely related note, I’ll share my family’s other favorite Easter story. Once, just days before the holiday, my family was driving somewhere. I was about 5 and I was sitting in the back seat with my sister. My father spotted a dead rabbit in the road and said “Oh, no! Somebody ran over the Easter bunny!” I began to cry pitiful tears of sorrow, probably not for the poor bunny but for the fact that I might not be getting my candy. Dad has said ever since that he had no idea it would upset me so much. I think he got in trouble with Mom that day.
Some say Cadbury Creme Eggs are too disgustingly sweet to eat. Some hate jelly beans, particularly the black licorice ones. Do you all remember the spice jelly beans? Do they still make them? I never liked them as much as the regular flavored ones.
What is your family’s Easter basket tradition? Does your clan have a favorite Easter candy?