Happy Easter everyone -
I hope you had an enjoyable Spring day and that the annual family pictures with the new Easter Sunday clothes turned out well. I also hope that you enjoyed your Easter dinner.
Most folks will be having the traditional Ham dinner tonight. Here at the EB abode, we've actually have had quite a bit of pork product the last couple weeks, and weren't really looking forward to another evening with Wilbur. So the Squaw and I were trying to come up with something to have for the special Easter Dinner.
The boys chimed in first with "Hot dogs."
"No boy - we will not be celebrating the resurrection of our Lord and Savior with hot dogs."
"They're clean though - the Passover rules don't apply now because Jesus said we can eat pork now."
I thought to myself - 'Huh - no wonder we all have ham for dinner on Easter now. It's a big symbolic middle finger to the Jews who can't eat pork. I thought it was just because we're all tired of having . . . '
"Turkey. We can have turkey." the Squaw chimed in.
"Really? Turkey? That's like the standard holiday fare. Let's live (Easter humor - get it? Live - as in resurrection, alive after death? . . . oh jeez - it's hopeless) a little." I said.
"Well - what do you want?" the Squaw asked.
"What about lamb? That seems appropriate." I replied.
"Isn't that too expensive?"
"You're right. Let's wait to splurge on a holiday that is really more deserving than the victory over death and sin."
(You know when you think about it - Jesus is probably the best person to be pragmatic with when it comes to celebration. I don't think he'd be offended. Although it'd be just as easy to shortchange Charlie Brown or Eeyore because it's just too easy to take advantage of them - and they're fictitious [not Jesus, just Charlie Brown and Eeyore]).
"Dad, what's lamb?" the oldest asked.
"It's a sheep. But I guess folks don't like the idea of eating sheep. Counting sheep? Sure. Shearing sheep? Right on. Taking advantage of sheep while alone on a mountain range in Wyoming? Heck YES! But eat? . . . can we eat them when they're babies? Sure."
"ESKIMO BOB!" the Squaw chided. "Well - isn't lamb difficult to prepare? I'm not sure I know how to make it."
"You're right. I mean - how difficult could it be? 2000 years ago they seemed to figure it out. When all they had were open fire pits. It must be too difficult now with a Viking range."
"I don't want lamb."
So we ended up with turkey today. It turned out fabulous. And you know what? We're still grateful for this holiday season and had a great time at the dinner table having wonderful conversation. I hope you enjoyed yours.
A side note - tomorrow the Squaw leaves again for the week. So if I get moody or start crying just humor it.