This year the unthinkable has happened, and Orthodox Easter and TOE (The Other Easter) fall on the same day (and rain is predicted, of course). I feel so…normal. A coworker wished me “Happy Easter” and I didn’t have to correct her and/or feel superior!
Today is Holy Friday, the most solemn of days, but the fasting and prayer atmosphere is always a little thrown off by the realization that one must plan and shop for Paschal meals. I could do it earlier in the week, I suppose, but Friday tends to be the day I take off from work and end up getting things done. There’s nothing quite like flipping through Dorie Greenspan’s Baking with an empty stomach.
This year I’m planning on my traditional tiramisu for the church potluck – every once in a while I make something else, chicken legs or baked ziti or lemon bars, but tiramisu is fairly quick and easy and a guaranteed hit. And I like traditions. I special things associated with special occasions. Like lamb. Oh, lamb.
Ahem. Before I run off to the grocery store (I’m also thinking of making Dorie’s World Peace Cookies for dessert at my parents’ and an apple cake for breakfast) here’s my psalm to the grocery store from a few years back. I still crack myself up. And it’s as accurate this year as it was four years ago.
The people were a hungered, and their stomachs didst cry out, and they said to themselves, let us go out and procure the fruits of the earth for the days that are to come, the days in which our stomachs shall be satisfied. And lo, they didst rise up and go to the grocery stores, which did yield forth their fruit in good season. Firstly the Trader Joe’s, source of moderately priced cheeses, of provolone and cream and mozzarella, of butter and buttermilk, of heavy whipping cream and cream for coffee. Yea, it did yield also the fruits of the earth, spinach and cantaloupe. From thence they went forth to the New Seasons, which also in its turn did produce rich rewards. The chicken legs were laid out and weighed, even unto four pounds, and the bacon unto half a pound. The freezer cases poured forth puff pastry and the people did rejoice. The pints of strawberries were numerous, from generation to generation. The coffee aisle, source of joy, rained Batdorf & Bronson upon the heads of the believers. And they didst rejoice, they and their growling stomachs, for the feast that is to come.