How could it be that I’ve lived forty seven years and never seen this particular flower except in my dreams? Canterbury bells are the ideal spring flower — they look like something that’s sheltered in the earth through a cold winter, and then bloomed after a warm spring rain. Sitting on our piano, they smell like April’s fresh, clean air.
And may I say that there is no more perfect Easter morning food than the hot cross bun? I know you’re supposed to eat them on Good Friday, but really — who has time to make yeast bread on a Friday, the day reserved for finishing up a little work and buying a lot of chocolate Easter eggs? Anyway, it seemed right that the risen Bread and the risen Christ should happen at around the same time. These are perfect toasted lightly and spread with butter. If I could find the book, I’d give you the recipe, but that will have to wait until the haze of glazed ham, asparagus vinaigrette, scalloped potatoes, and lemon cake with strawberries has worn off.
I hope it was a lovely Easter, that most hopeful of holidays.