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To frame this up properly, I have to tell you. One of the things I love most about me is that I come from a tiny - and I mean TINY - small town in Alabama. You can count the number of traffic lights on one hand. Everybody knows everybody. When I was a mischievous teenager, my parents knew about the trouble I had gotten into, before I got home. Time stands absolutely still in places like this. It is virtually the same place that I left when I went away to college. But anyway...
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We are nothing if not an informal bunch. I'm not sure if this is an indigenous trait to small town living or just my family. Presentation is completely lost on this lot. I am so mad at myself for not taking a picture of our Easter Sunday lunch spread to share with all of you. It was a mish-mosh of Tupperware bowls, re-used butter tubs, plastic utensils, plastic cups, paper napkins, and paper plates. Martha Stewart would have had a heart attack. The philosophy is essentially that, "fancy presentation doesn't add one lick to the taste, so why bother?!" Now if it DOES improve the taste, then it is absolutely worth it! Case in point: My brother got up several times throughout Saturday night slaving over his Big Green Egg smoking a turkey to perfection. This all makes perfect sense to me and my people.
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Now, once all the worshipin', fellowshipin', and eatin' is done, the Easter Eggs have been dyed, hidden, hunted, and found - what's left to do? Why, launch said Easter Eggs down the street with a giant slingshot, of course. DUH!
See, you have to be resourceful in a small town to keep yourself entertained. My brother's neighbors have the right idea. Who knew slinging hard-boiled eggs through the neighborhood could be so fun?! Well, we did, obviously. I'm sorry for all you yankees and big city folk who have never had the pleasure of experiencing this little-known Easter tradition. It's a great time to catch up with the neighbors while displaying some athletic prowess - two things that Southerners LOVE to do - and if it involves two big pick-up trucks - well, then, ALL THE BETTER!
Hope y'all had as much fun on Easter as I did!
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LOL. I have to say that in Silicon Valley, we've never slung eggs on Easter. Everyone dresses in their Spring dresses and does an easter egg hunt, goes to church (if so inclined), and eats a big meal.
ReplyDeleteWe do all of that too, mind you...just tack on the egg slinging at the end.
ReplyDeleteHad I known this was going on down the street...I would have sooo joined in!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds a lot like my easter, but DH's family would hang me by my toenails if I were to waste perfectly good eggs like that. They actually eat them. Pardon me while I shudder in distaste. :P I'm not an egg person - unless they're fried or scrambled.
ReplyDeleteAmy Bentley! This makes me LOL. I have to send this to Jaclyn Collins. She will love it! This made my day.
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