When I was a kid, our dentist was shyster. He drilled away most of our molars, filling them with lead amalgam, forced us to endure expensive fluoride treatments (and to this day I detest fake grape flavor in any form), and emptied my father's wallet of much money. One dad Dad said, "Enough!" We changed dentists and mysteriously stopped having cavities. (Yeah, and thanks to Dr. M I've got a mouth full of crowns and implants because eventually all those molars fell apart, leaving nothing but fillings.)Because we had such bad teeth, the Easter Bunny used to bring us other stuff; like records and books. I liked that better anyway. (Once I got a Beatle Album. I still have it and it's in good condition!)
Easter Baskets kind of fell by the wayside when I was in my late teens. That changed when I got married. Mr. Ivy was used to doing Easter Baskets and by God we were going to have them! But now it wasn't my teeth that was the issue, it was weight. DON'T GET ME ANY CANDY! I'd holler. He gave me candy anyway. But I have trained him to tone it way down.
This year he got herring, sardines, anchovies, mixed nuts, a bag of pistachios, a can of Underwood chicken spread, and a genuine Russell Stover peanut butter "egg." Meanwhile, my basket contained three packages (or ready-to-eat) Indian lunches: Rajma Masala, Pav Bhaji, and Alu Muttar (ooooh! Yum, yum, yum), a jar of extra hot Chinese mustard, a small bag of Virginia peanuts and a tiny box (4 pieces) of Russell Stover (private reserve) chocolates.Do you think the Easter bunny went all the way to India for my lunches?
How about you? What was in your Easter Basket?
