Good Friday, Holy Saturday are sad days and I was filled with memories of my Polish Easter as a child and teen. My mom would not allow us to watch TV, listen to the radio nor enjoy any sweets during the 40 days and 40 nights of lent. But when Holy Saturday came…she would put together the most amazing and beautiful Easter food to bring to the church the day before Easter. She and my babci (grandmother in Polish) would mold softened butter into the shape of bunny rabbits and add fresh cloves for the eyes.She’d dye the eggs and prepare ham with cloves and sprinkled in brown sugar. She’d go to the Polish bakery for fresh rye bread and pick the prettiest and most delicious pastries. It was so beautiful to watch. She and my twin would go to the church with all of these treasures and have the priest bless our food for Easter.
I miss my mom,babci, family,Polish church, Polish school and the Polish immigrants who I would later teach and prepare with Religious classes for them to receive their first holy communion.
I loved this life that shaped me into the woman I am today. I’ve brought the same traditions and share them with my Southern husband. He gets a kick out of me being Polish and Chinese! And so do I. I hope you had a beauty filled Easter.
Memories and delicious food and culture that will always be with me and in my heart forever. How about you?
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