Easter Brunch’s Revenge
The blood was primed with a traditional Easter breakfast of peeps and coffee.
(I love peeps. Cutest way ever to celebrate the sick horror of crucifixion.)
Then it was off to a delightful brunch where Grandma terrified the children when she threatened to make hassenpfeffer out of the easter bunny if he ever came near her.
Dinner was filled with tales of getting baby ducklings and chicks for Easter in the past. They were raised as pets and then killed for food. We also talked about the Great Depression and the horrors of polio before the vaccine. “We could hear Jimmy Fisher screaming from three houses down…”
I remember enjoying myself, but now that I think of it, sugar and caffeine + crazy family + various horrors = the perfect storm for getting pretty drunk on a Sunday afternoon.
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Tags: coffee, crucifixion, drunk, Easter, Grandma, hangover, hassenpfeffer, peeps, polio
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I know Easter is about resurrection and not crucifixion, but that doesn’t strike the same kind of ironic contrast.
Awesome, and a great subject for a photo essay. Your Easter sounds infinitely entertaining – did the fam have any stories about iron lungs? Seems like we don’t have nearly enough of them these days. I’m happy that they brought terror back to Easter, where it belongs.
I’m so glad to see you back posting!
Why do you get to be so adorable in this state. NOT fair. Not at all fair.