As spring days go, our Easter Sunday was a paragon– warm and sunny, with the scent of violets in the air and a sprinkle of tiny flowers in the lawn. Brunch was a veritable feast, an abundance of food lovingly prepared by extended family. I’d been baking feverishly for several days, and contributed four kinds … More Easter Delights
In many Christian traditions, Good Friday is a day of fasting. The extent of the fast varies, but in our family we eat a small breakfast (usually hot cross buns) and then nothing until the evening, breaking our fast with soup and fresh bread (and more hot cross buns.) It is a day of quiet, … More Breaking our Good Friday fast
Long ago in England (and still in Hereford) clergymen would distribute “pax cakes” to their parishioners at the end of Palm Sunday services, with the words “peace and good neighborhood.” The idea was for neighbors to end disputes and quarrels before Holy Week began. Sometimes they were small fried pancake-like treats, and sometimes they were … More Palm Sunday: peace, good neighborhood, and sweets.
In Due Season 