For Easter dinner, Mom always made a traditional carrot cake in the shape of an Easter bunny. After she passed away thirteen years ago, that duty became mine. Just as my children loved the "bunny cake," so do my two granddaughters now.
Many years ago, while visiting friends in Texas, I enjoyed a fruit salad made with instant vanilla pudding in the "juice." (It is great when we can have fresh strawberries in the salad.) It is now a tradition for our family holidays. Mom's deviled eggs were amazing, and I have that assignment for family gatherings. The secret? (Sshhh) A little sugar, of course! And absolutely Miracle Whip! I've always identified with the commercial of the poor folks who made up the greatest sandwich, then freaked out when they realized they were out of Miracle Whip.
The last surviving matriarch of our family is my husband's mother, Ruby. She is 86 years old. She raised five sons, and tragically lost two of them--one when he was only 24 years old, and the other was not yet 50 years old. She is an amazing cook, but seldom cooks these days. No one will ever match her chicken and dumplings. She enjoyed Easter dinner with us.
Uncle Steve usually joins us for holiday meals also--and no, the nice china does not appear on the table. Our lifestyle demands the disposable dinnerware!
The usual outdoor egg hunt was done inside this time because of the nasty outdoors weather. Granddaughters still enjoyed finding the eggs that were hid by Aunt Heather.
I posed with my special "Easter eggs" all dressed up in their Easter finest!