As many of you grew up from childhood we were always lured with the happenings of Easter by the presence of the Easter bunny and his goodies. I can recall looking forward to checking the front porch on Easter Sunday morning to see what ole Peter Cottontail had brought be in his basket of goodies.
Maybe it was a package or two of those yellow Peeps. Maybe there was some sort of small toy as well. Perhaps there would be some plat is Easter eggs with assorted chocolates or candies. Either way, it was a fun time for a child to look forward to after a long winter’s lull.
My favorite thing in my Easter basket was never that green grassy stuff. In fact, I hates everything about it. The plasticky feel, the smell and the texture wasn’t something I enjoyed. So I pretty much moved it aside and got down to the nitty grit of what’s in my basket.
