Bringing Home Here

Adulting is tough. A few weeks ago I got strep throat, and while I’m no stranger to being sick, there is always something about having to take care of yourself when you feel pathetic that really reinforces the fact that you’re an adult.

With Easter right around the corner and me living 5,000 miles away from my family, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the holiday traditions that will always mean so much to me. Easter in my family always meant spending the weekend on the beach, dying eggs for hours Saturday night, and eating loads of delicious food with the family of our choosing. We didn’t spend it with the hoards of distant relatives, rather Easter lunch was spent with friends that chose to love us (and like us) instead of completing some misplaced family obligation; 20 people, none of which were blood-relatives, crammed into the beach condo eating mac&cheese, green bean casserole, ham and all the other deliciousness we could think of.

As my siblings dispersed, traditions were tweaked. This time last year, we travelled to Texas for my youngest nephew’s baptism and Easter celebration. This year, my brother is in the middle of the ocean somewhere serving in the US Navy, my parents are returning to Texas to spend their Spring Break with the grandkids (along with my sister and brother-in-law, because ya know they created the grandkids) and I am in Hawaii, spending my first important holiday away from my family.

For days I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m going to do; because I didn’t grow-up going to Easter Service, I figure I’ll probably go to a beach and just be. But really it’s the potluck that I’m going to miss the most. The idea of cooking all the staples (is it really Easter without green bean casserole, deviled eggs and mac&cheese?) is daunting, but the way I figure the way we hold on to traditions is carrying them out for yourself as much for anyone else. While I’ll probably make a few portion controlled adjustments (like only doing a ham steak vs an entire pig and maybe only a dozen deviled eggs vs closer to 4 dozen eggs) I’m resound in the idea that it wouldn’t be Easter without the elements that just scream home. Easter is all about love, and it is through the love of this cooking is going to bring home to Hawaii.

 

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