When I was a little girl Mrs. Rothman—my friend Jay’s
grandmother—gave me Barton’s chocolate lollipops every year when she visited Jay
and his family for Passover. I also received a basket filled with chocolate and
jelly beans from the Easter Bunny.
I did not carry forth the springtime chocolate
tradition. I believed that baskets full of marshmallow peeps and jelly beans and
solid milk chocolate bunnies was a nutritional black hole not to mention the
fact that my children were not big on sweets. The only one who would be eating the
contents of a confectionary filled basket was me.
So Easter baskets in our house were more pragmatic.
They contained sweet smelling body wash and loofahs and creamy moisturizers and
(yes) new toothbrushes. I often bought scented lipsmackers and nail polish and special
hair clips. They also contained the accessories for their Easter outfits and
sometimes a new VHS tape or music CD. Sometimes I put a bathing suit in there
with sunscreen and sunglasses—especially if we were planning a trip. And I
always slipped in a book or two.
And my kids were pretty happy about it. They never
missed Cadbury eggs because they had never gotten any to begin with. Their known
tradition was chocolate-less.
And now that they are in their twenties they most definitely
do not want the confectionary stuff. A gift card to Starbucks and a mani/pedi
from June Nail with a pair of fun Betsy Johnson earrings renders me a hero.
The only one missing the crunch, and then smoothness of
newly bitten Russell Stover bunny ears--- is me.
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