Happy Easter to all my peeps (get it?) on the West Si-eed.
Jesus completely approves this message, by the way.
I always loved Easter. As a child enamored of all things edible, I loved the dinner part and the basket part because the basket part always meant CANDY OH MY GOD SO MUCH CANDY. Simply put, of the candy, I am a fan. This remains so. I found a mini-pack of Spree (blah, such low-rent solid sugar, man - bring on the SweeTarts, please.) in the bottom of my battered backpack yesterday in a bus somewhere on a ridiculous Vietnamese highway, and I was all happy all of a sudden. Candy.
The best part of Easter - you know, besides the GOSPEL, because duh, that's why we were there, right? Uhhuhuhhuhuhhuh - was Fannie Mae eggs. These buttercream eggs of love were the nexus of many happy, totally sugar crash-laden holidays, until the place pretty much went out of business regionally.
Now I've moved on. I eat the Cadbury mini eggs with the hard shell, and get much joy from either eating them straight though or hacking off the shell with my teeth and eating the chocolate bit by little bit. The coolest thing about this Easter may not have been the fact that I went two hours south to the most ancient villages in Vietnam and spent almost two hours in a boat being rowed through some of the most gorgeous rock and water landscape I've ever seen in my life. And that I also got some pretty enjoyable photos at the temples nearby. It also may not have been that we had a wacko "holiday" dinner at a chaca fish place, which is a local specialty more or less. These were pretty cool things, agreed, but the way things stand, I think it's pretty cool that I may well make it home in time to get some of those eggs on sale.
Finally and for great big grins, here's a BNL Easter song, if you're into that sort of thing. (Just check their tracks on the top right.)