My mom celebrated Easter very simply, even well into my adulthood, by hiding a treat and say "hot" when I was getting close, and "cold" when I was getting far. More importantly, while I was hearing about eggs and the Eeaster Bunny in school, she was the first to teach me that the special day was about the resurrection of Jesus, which changed my outlook until this day.

Last night, I dined with friends at a fine restaurant, which led me to ponder about my mom's tales about her mom's cooking. I remember being told of her cooking hamburger mixed with bread crumbs and of cous cous.