easter weekend is notoriously one of my favorites.
it’s a time to reconnect with my family,
to remember who i am and why i’m here…
it’s uplifting and bright and colorful and happy.
every year, easter weekend growing up,
we went to a neighborhood egg hunt…
egg hunt, yes,
but also lots of cheesy carni games, set up by parents,
and lots of moms set up with home-baked naughtiness bright and early in the morning
to replenish after our sprints into the retention basin where the 1000s of eggs were hidden
for us kids to “find”…
{not many places to hide that many eggs in a huge empty field of short grass…}
my mom, up until this year, got up that saturday, every year, at some obscene hour
and made dozens and dozens of these gooey and perfect orange rolls.
we have friends and family, and neighbors,
who, like me, will probably never be able to separate easter from orange rolls
because of my mom and these rolls.
so it was only fitting that we make them to take to our family dinner this weekend.
i was homesick, thinking of my mom, my dad,
and how much i wish i was sending my own little ones down into that cool retention basin
and enjoying a roll, thinking of all of my blessings with family close…
i hope your easter was great.
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