For years, my mom would make us baskets filled with little Easter goodies and treats. She does this even though we’ve long passed the age of painting eggs and searching for chocolate around the house. Every year, we smile and say “Oh mom!” but secretly we love feeling like little kids and scarfing down chocolate. I mean, how many times a year do you really get to eat unlimited quantities of chocolate? (I think there are three chocolate related occasions but I’m not counting) So imagine our surprise this year when we didn’t get ANY baskets. Not a single chocolate egg or colorful jelly bean to be found anywhere in the house. My mom was so busy preparing for a potluck that we were left out. A chocolate-less Easter or so I thought.
