Yesterday we got together with family and celebrated Easter. Not only did we feast our souls on uplifting messages and joyous music, we got to eat our Big Fat Greek Easter Feast. (Forget the diet for one day. I lost track of calories after the first three thousand.) My husband’s grandfather brought his family’s favorite recipes with him when he emigrated from Greece in the early 1920’s. He passed them on to his son and grandchildren. So our meal includes roasted leg of lamb (with herbs and mint jelly), spanikopita (spinach pie), Easter bread (braided sweet bread with a dyed red egg in one end), and for dessert, baklava (a heavenly dessert made with philo dough, honey, nuts, and cinnamon). Round that out with green salad (sometimes horiatiki, a Greek village salad with tomatoes, cucumbers, and onions), fruit salad, some form of potatoes, olives, pickles, and sparkling apple cider. We always tap dyed eggs together to see who has the strongest egg. Conversation is loud, fun, and rapid as we catch up on all the news and enjoy each other’s company. After the last of the dishes have been washed and put away, and the leftover food has been divided up, we hug each other and begin the long drive home. Καλό Πάσχα! Happy Easter, everybody! Until next time!