April 08, 2007
Happy Easter
Due to the fact that we are celebrating Passover for twenty at my house on Easter, sort of like Martha Stewart, and I must clear the dining room table for the occasion, this will be short.
As a child, I remember that some lucky kids received live chickies in their Easter baskets. I was never so fortunate because my mother was aghast by the uncleanliness of the practice, rather than the inhumanity. To add to their chickie misery, the poor souls were sometimes dyed pastel colors.
How barbaric, thought I, as I wound up my own synthetic version this morning. Evidently the tradition survives, but now chicks are placed for adoption rather than drowned or handled to death by careless toddlers. Oy.
Photo note: I'm not keeping this. I'm delivering it to the girls next door shortly. It's cute, but hardly an appropriate decoration for the Passover table.