Easter Bunny Blues
That’s the chocolate Easter bunny blues. The party’s over. The bacchanal of over-indulgence has finally come to an end.
New Orleans is a party town. One holiday flows into another with hardly a pause. The twelfth night after Christmas becomes the Mardi Gras season. Which, after weeks of king cakes and revelry, leads to Lent. Finally, reason prevails. A time for personal sacrifice and self-reflection.
Somehow, I missed Lent. Well, I didn’t really miss it, I just sort of . . . skipped it. Segued right into Easter entertaining and treats. I’m not sure how; it’s all a wine and chocolate blur. Dinners out with friends, America Idol parties, family celebrations.
The end came yesterday with the last of the bunny and its eggs. Gone, all gone. I thought of having a funeral service, but in New Orleans that’s an excuse for yet another party. So instead, I say: Farewell, Bunny and your chocolatey friends. I knew and loved you well.
Until next time, happy reading!
Erica
Published on April 03, 2013 10:31