I’m sitting in my normal Sunday morning haunt at Burger King – part of my weekly rotation – and there is a killer set over my laptop from ChirpRadio that has just concluded – included Dusty Springfield’s cover of Take Another Piece Of My Heart and Aretha Franklin belting out Drinking Again. My question is how loud do I have to be singing before they kick my ass out of this Burger King?
Looks like spring, someone said it is Easter. I always associate Easter with my mom who loved holidays in general and never let an Easter pass by without buying herself a brand new hat to wear to church that morning. She got that from her parents I think as they were always big on hats as well. There was a time in society when buying a new hat to wear on Sundays was like driving up in a new car. I guess those days are gone.
Then of course, my mom would fix a huge dinner that would stuff us beyond belief. Oddly enough, writing this, I have a sudden hankering for her bread pudding. Does anyone make bread pudding anymore? You can’t beat a good bread pudding. Some of those depression era dishes you don’t see anymore like bread pudding and sheet cakes. Then again, cooking has become a fine art relegated to the few. Too bad, like I said, you can’t beat a good bread pudding.
Never got excited about egg hunts as everyone else – even when there was money in some of them – and I can remember having to fend off literally hundreds of kids just to come up with a couple good eggs. I also wasn’t fond of the new suit I would have to wear to church Easter Sunday. That dislike indicated a lifelong trait, I’m still not fond of suits.
Easter is one of those holidays when all the religions collide to claim the day in a different way. I’m glad spring is here. It was a harsh winter. Besides, those Sunday morning tunes sound better when mixed with a little sunshine.