Nothing defines suburban culture like its holiday traditions.
In the Kamikaze household, we have always tried to live up to our cultural obligations, provided they do not involve getting up early, socializing with the neighbors, going to church or any kind of inflatable exterior decor.
Other than that, we are strict traditionalists around here. You don't have to like the taste of corn syrup, gelatin and unnaturally-yellow chemical dyes to recognize that Peeps are the stuff of which Easter memories are made. They make a nice martini garnish and can be used to dress up almost any appetizer. We used them in the guacamole and the hummus, where they added a festive yellowy stain.
Later there was an egg hunt featuring raw eggs and a vicious, trash-talking game of cutthroat billiards. "You call that a bank shot? I call that slop."
The trick is to hide the eggs really well and as far from the pool table as possible. With a ladder and a few power tools, you can keep the children busy for hours.
Posted by: MomZombie | April 14, 2009 at 06:36 AM
Peep martinis. Got it.
A tradition that's right up my alley.
Posted by: Jess | April 15, 2009 at 03:46 AM