I've chosen this month's recipe from Martha Mason Campbell's "The New England Butt'ry Cookbook" This is a companion book to the Almanac which Tasha Tudor also illustrated. Mrs. Campbell writes, "Many years ago, the Easter cake was a graduated four-layer one made just for us by the German baker in town....There were tiny frosting chickens and ducks and lambs, birds and butterflies, an angel or two, and many delicately wrought frosting flowers and vines. On the very top was a little cottage of cake and frosting with a fence and roses climbing over the door. The top three layers were carefully removed at the dinner table and put back into the paper cake box. On the morrow, in turns each year, the children took it to school to share with their classmates. The family ate the festooned bottom layer. The baker has long gone and our cake today is not the glorious creation he would have made of it, but we still yellow-frost our lemon sponge Easter Cake and do our best with the decorations.
Tasha Tudor's memories for Easter include hot cross buns and decorated eggs they'd hang from a tree branch and set on their dining table (click on photos to enlarge). . . .
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April was also the time of year that the new crop of baby animals were out romping about the farm yard. . . .
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April was when the birds would return and the showers would give hope to the May flowers that would soon appear. . . .
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Two years ago Easter our first grandchild was just 11 days old. Both sets of grandparents and our son's siblings all gathered at our youngest son's apartment to celebrate Easter and the newest member to our family. I baked this cake using Susan Branch's recipe. . . .
Then last year both families got together to celebrate her first birthday four days early on Easter with an egg hunt. . . .
This year Olivia didn't need any help looking for eggs. . . .
When I was little I loved hunting for eggs on Mamaw and Papaw's farm. I was 2½ in this photo with my daddy . . .
When our two oldest boys were 2 and 5 there was one Easter morning I remember vividly. We were all at the breakfast table in front of the window that overlooked the porch. Our eyes were closed to say grace. When the boys opened their eyes they saw two candy-filled baskets on the porch that hadn't been there before. I'd opened my eyes early, just in time to catch a surprised glimpse of my neighbor slinking away. I do believe they believed in the Easter Bunny THAT year.
Do you have special memories of Easter? Did you prepare a special cake this past Easter?
Take Joy!
