Buona Pasqua e Pasquetta!
After reflecting on past Easter holidays and reminscing on good times, I had begun to worry how this Easter would stack up. Of course, I am in Bella Italia, I am with my heart’s true love, Springtime is in the air, what could be better, right?
Well, I was worried about the number. The number of people who would be here, that is. You see, as I have mentioned, my family in Texas is enormo, I mean, how does one other person (plus his daddy), compare to 50 + Easter-egg huntin’, fish-fry eatin, chocolate-bunny devoring crazy Texani??
Well he does, and he does it well…
It all started yesterday morning! As I heard Peppe drive up I jumped out of bed and put the final touches on his very first American-Style Easter Basket. He walked into my room expecting to awaken me, and saw his sorpresa!
Gleeming, he sorted through his basket and was thrilled at all of the Good Things he found, especially the excess of chocolate now available and at his disposal. Then? Breakfast! A typical Italian “Easter” breakfast, I am told is when… “the adults eat Colomba, and the kids eat their chocolate eggs.”
“You’re a kid,” he tells me, as he pulls out an over–over-sized, red-foiled chocolate egg and places it on the table with the other Easter-morning goodies.
“Go ahead and open it,” he says as he takes the camera.
So I do. (Please excuse the no make-up pics, I am normally too chochi to broadcast these on the internet, but you have to see this egg.)
You guys might remember how I had a hard time opening my last chocolate Easter egg…
“You have to give it a good karate chop,” Peppe says as he demonstrates on his own Spiderman Super Hero egg I had put in his Easter basket.
So, I try.
And, I try again…
Well, the third time is the charm! Cause the egg breaks open to reveal…
Well, not REALLY the SAME EXACT phone…but a perfect replica of the one that was stolen a couple of weeks ago, complete with the new “chip” containing my old phone number – reactivated by good ‘ole Wind!
After several minutes of literally jumping up and down…I settle in for some super-sweet Colomba cake and coffee, followed by chocolate-Easter-egg dessert. And, it was Good!
(By the way – my egg was made by the brother of the infamous Antonino Condorelli, whose parents own a bar a few streets over…another Good Thing.)
We visit Peppe’s cousins before church, where they are more than eager to provide us with a pastiera, a Neapolitan wheat-berry cake with ricotta, candied fruit and orange blossom flavoring.
After church we have lasagna upon lasagna upon lasagna…and the boys have roasted chicken and potatoes – but I just can’t hang. We finish up with strawberries with fresh cream and, of course, more chocolate.
I started a new book, I took a nap, I ate more chocolate…all Good Things.
By the end of the day I realize that all Good Things must come to an end. I was quite content with my day, but worried my overindulgence would haunt me. I stepped on the scale just before bedtime (never a Good Thing), to see that – what, is it possible???
I’ve lost 1/2 a kilo!?!
Oh, yea, Martha Stewart, you said it…
Easter in Italy…it is a “Good” Thing.