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| Dean & Deluca |
My eighteen year-old stepdaughter Deena says she'd still like an Easter basket. She likes high quality chocolate please and no jelly beans anymore. My nine year-old daughter Cordelia still wants to believe, so an Easter egg hunt she shall have.
I have very fond memories of my Easters - ones spent in Amagansett Long Island with my cousin Sandy and my Jewish Father, who funnily, went all-out on this holiday. Our tradition was a treasure hunt complete with fog rolling in from the beach, and in our matching flannel nightgowns Sandy and I would discover rhyming poems that would lead us from the garden shed, to the bathroom, to under the bed, etc. to find our next clue and delicious treat. My Father lived on East 86th Street in the 70's and 80's when it was still called Germantown. On his block was a store called Marzipan. And that's all it sold. The most amazing collection of marzipan intricately shaped into pigs, rabbits, and frogs, and that's what my Easter basket consisted of. Oh, and there was chocolate too. Good German chocolate. Sandy and I spent the rest of our time sorting through our goodies and talking about our favorite part of the hunt.
My little brother Gordon once said of Easter "Chocolate must have been Jesus' favorite food."
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| The Lindt chocolate bunny |
Not part of my childhood but now a staple for Cordelia's memories: And Martha Stewart's "easy" craft ideas:
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| Glittered Floral Egg Basket |
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