Spring is finally here, the daffodils are nearly over, the tulips are out and the flower bed in my vegetable garden is bursting with Spring flowers, perfect for my Easter table.
I’M A BIT FOREIGN….
I’m Belgian (born in Brussels with a Belgian father and passport) but because I grew up in the UK, I think of it as my home and myself as English really. However there’s no doubt my motherland has had an influence, this is apparent in how we celebrate Easter so I thought I’d blog about my family’s continental style celebrations.
CHILDHOOD EASTERS IN BELGIUM.
When I was a child we quite often had Easter at my the farmhouse of my Walloon grandparents. They had 18 grandchildren and it wasn’t uncommon for us all to be there on Easter day. Easter was a really big deal, at least as big as Christmas – possibly even more celebrated and la table de Paqûes (the Easter table), was one of the highlights of our year.
This is because being a bunch of Belgians A LOT of chocolate was involved.We’d go to church in our best clothes (this always seemed to involve a very itchy jumper) and when we got back there would be a massive egg hunt in the garden.
THE EGG HUNT
At this point there was no chocolate, instead we would hunt hard boiled, dyed hen’s eggs. It was perfectly normal for my grandmother to dye and hide over 100 eggs. My cousins, siblings and I would run around wildly, lobbing eggs into our little baskets. At the end they’d all be gathered in and carried off to the breakfast table.
LA TABLE DE PACQUES
TRADITIONS PASSED DOWN
All these customs were faithfully copied throughout my childhood by my South African mother for the Easters when we weren’t in Belgium.
I in turn have recreated them for my children for the last 26 years and I have no doubt my children, if or when they have children of their own will also recreate Bonne Maman’s Easters.