As a candy-and-junk-food–deprived kid, I could barely contain my jealousy around Easter time. I knew I wasn’t supposed to covet my neighbor’s dark-chocolate bunnies and licorice jelly beans, but, dammit, some things were (and still are, unfortunately) hard to resist.
Years ago, a classmate’s mother took pity on this Jewish girl’s longing for sugar and made her a basket with all the trimmings; last Saturday, I was invited to dye Easter eggs with some good friends. The best of both worlds, religion-wise—all of the fun traditions, and none of the heavy lifting.
More pretty colors after the jump.