I’ve come to the conclusion that Easter is my new favourite holiday.
- It’s spring and the air smells like the freedom of school holidays when you walk outside in the morning.
- Flowers. £1 bunches of daffodils. Buy ten and you’ve got yourself a gaudy abundance.
- Painting eggs: Table covered in newspaper, blobs of acrylic paint, boiled eggs, no idea what to paint, this year champagne, dropping one and cracking it, easy chat because there’s no eye contact – like a walk – talking side by side. Mixed results. Please don’t let mine be the one no one eats!
- Easter day. Russian heritage means we always have a traditional Easter breakfast of a bread called a Kulich served with Paskha (a sort of sugary, raisiny cream cheese). The Kulich spends a night in the airing cupboard growing as high as a ruler, while emotions run high waiting on its success – there’s almost constant worry that half of it will just be a giant air bubble. But then once everyone is sitting and the first slice is cut no one cares what it looks like because it’s so delicious and there’s chat and coffee and a scrabble for the next slice and the kitchen smells of warm, sweet, sugary bread. I ♥ it!