Easter traditions

Last year, I blogged about my favorite Easter memories. Afterward, I remember being concerned that there was really no way to tell "my" Easter apart from others. Even from one year to the next, things were different. But this year, I think we've nailed down two Easter traditions:

Grandma Davis's homemade rolls. These incredible rolls are Chad's favorite and, rumor has it, even though he shunned potatoes and breads and rice and pasta as a kid, he could eat and eat Grandma's rolls. Last year for Easter, I surprised him by making these after she was kind enough to send me the recipe. While I'm sure these come second-nature to her, I'm still learning. Anything that involves kneading is not my forte, but they turned out well. (Not as good as hers, but they were a lot better this year than last.)

I have since learned that the rolls are a permanent Easter fixture. When I asked Chad what he wanted for dinner, I think his response was something like, "You mean other than Grandma's rolls?" I'm pretty sure he mentioned them before ham.

Easter baskets. Who says kids should have all the fun? Starting this year, anyone who comes to Easter at my house gets an Easter basket. And they have to hunt for it. I had a great time finding candy and little lip balms and other trinkets for our guests' baskets this year. And in true Grandma Cathy fashion, we used hats instead of baskets. That was my Plan B after I went to four stores and they were all sold out. You wouldn't know we're in a recession from the bare shelves in the Easter section around here.