I made some Greek Easter Bread for Pascha. It came out huge! I didn’t expect that at all. I hadn’t dyed any eggs this year, so I didn’t put any eggs in the bread. You’re supposed to put a couple red eggs in the dough and then bake it. Oh well. There’s a family at Church that invites the congregation over for a meal and an egg hunt. It was so awesome. They had BBQ pork, fried chicken, raw kibbe (which I did not try – I know… how lame of me), ribs, and ice cream bars at the end of the day. I LOVE ice cream. So good.
This is the egg hunt. In each set of ages there’s one egg with a chocolate coin in it, if you find it that means that you get an icon from Bishop Basil. My husband and I have the worst luck ever; I don’t think we ever win anything. But Alexa found the egg with the chocolate coin. Maybe our luck is changing, or she’s just lucky.
This is Palm Sunday at Church. Bishop Basil reads the Gospel reading again after the procession outside and all the kids chime in with “Hosanna!” It gives you goosebumps and makes you want to cry tears of joy. Anastasia moved her way up to the very front. Alexa fell asleep on my shoulder.