The Easter Beagle Won't Let Us Down

While I don't celebrate Easter in any sort of religious way, it's a holiday, like Christmas, that's hard to escape. I can't say yesterday was terrible, but it wasn't the greatest of days. For one, I missed the calling of the start of the egg hunt and then only found one egg. One lousy egg. At least it was one of the plastic ones with candy and not a real egg. Ew. The real kick in the pants came though when I went to stock up on discounted Peeps that night, only to be told they had sold out two days ago. I did pick up some Cadbury Creme Eggs and chocolate marshmallow eggs. But no Peeps. Boo.

None of those disappointments compare to when I was about five years old and my father told me that the Easter Bunny had been hit by a car and killed. As I used to be pretty gullible, I was understandably devastated.

Not all of my Easter memories are bad. Here are my top three:

• I believe it was 1978. I was in 2nd grade and The E. Bunny put Shaun Cassidy tickets in my basket. Coincidentally, a few of my friends got them too. Best first concert ever!

• It must have been 1979 or 1980 and I got my first pair of panty hose for Easter. Nowadays, I avoid wearing them like the plague, but I'd been begging my Mom for some for a while. I was growing up and felt ready to move up from tights. Awesome!

• In 2006, I embarked on making the Easter candy version of the turducken. I called it an Egg Peepunny. Click to see a set of photos of the process and finished product.