Easter baskets are prepared, except Easter Bunny is over baskets and switched to lunch bags. The lunch bags are tied with a simple six foot length of ribbon and deposited at the front door of each apartment on my floor plus a few others on different floors sprinkled around randomly.
I was afraid I'd be busted making the deliveries, but at 4:30 am, I went unnoticed.
A spice mixture is prepared. The sort of thing I like on my own eggs. Tiny envelopes are fashioned filled with the spice mixture and labeled, "EGG SPICES."
* sea salt
* freshly cracked pepper
* garlic powder
* coriander
* cumin
* cayenne
It's like halloween except religious. I have no idea who the people are receiving these bags. I don't care if they are Jewish, Islamic, Buddhist, Hindu, Zoroastrian, atheist, agnostic, vegan, allergic to chocolate, repulsed by marshmallow, angry bitter old farts, thieves, they're having an Easter bag in front of their door.
Since I learned the joys of pressure-cooking eggs I feel comfortable presenting them with the certain knowledge that they will be easy to peel. Pressure-cooking thirty eggs is easy as pressure-cooking one egg.
I dyed them once when I was a little kid and recall that being a total blast. We made a proper mess of things. I relived those precious moments by using the same dye kit. The kits haven't changed a bit. You still get six tiny color tablets that bubble like Alka-Seltzer™.
Making all the little envelopes was sort of a drag. Maybe I should have made them bigger. There could be no leakage whatsoever. they contained about a 1/3 teaspoon spice mixture.
These are my own tiny boxes of chocolate ↓ that I give to people. Each box contains usually seven mint-size chocolate pieces.
Dove bar chocolate ↓.
These come from the bins at Whole Foods. ↓ Their wrappers are like little globes.
This is ginger candy ↓ also from the bins at Whole Foods.
It was kind of cool having the basket hay for the eggs because that meant I didn't have to be so careful.
Easter Bunny delivery truck ↓.
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