“Stuart? What time do we get back Sunday?”
We are going to Rome this weekend. I’d planned on staying in London for the long four-day Easter weekend, but a few weeks ago I came home to find that Stuart had done a drunken Expedia purchase.
“Five.”
“So I won’t have time to make Easter dinner then. Okay. Maybe I’ll do it Monday.”
“Easter dinner?”
“Easter dinner.”
“What do you mean Easter dinner?”
“You know. A meal. On Easter. Where Christians and those that are no longer Christian but still carry on the trappings of Christian celebration get together and eat some form of roast beast.”
“What do you have?”
“I usually make lamb.”
“I’ve never heard of this.”
“You’re kidding. You must be.”
“No.”
“This is a fairly common thing Stuart. A lot of people go home to spend time being tortured by their families.”
“Yeah. No. Never heard of it. Is Al going home?”
“Trying to get out of it. He’s debating between telling them he stepped on a land mine and blew off his leg or food poisoning. I pointed out that the land mine route might not be the best as it would require cutting off his leg at least by Christmas, but he said it was worth it. . . How can you have never heard of Easter dinner? Did you never go home for it?”
“Well, yeah. But just to get my Easter candy.”
* Kinder Surprise is like Cracker Jack. Except different.
March 19th, 2008 at 4:50 pm
Kinder surprise is so much better than Cracker Jack!
Easter dinner was always the worst family holiday dinner for me. My mom went the ham route. But the Easter baskets she provided were out of this world, so I think I’m with Stuart on this one!