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On Sunday, my family will gather together to worship a giant bunny rabbit. Then in chocolate communion we shall eat our god. I like to eat my god eyes first. I don’t like the feeling my chocolate bunny might be watching me eat him. My husband thinks that’s just weird, because “everyone” knows you nibble off the feet first so they can’t run away. Luckily my boys have not picked up on either of our neurotic tics, and they don’t seem to have a preference beyond the fact that they like dark chocolate so much better than milk chocolate.

No reviews today, I just thought I might just share a little bit of my ancestry and their Easter traditions. One end of my family is entirely descended from Germans from Russia, who eventually settled in the American plains states.

Here’s a recipe for an Easter bread called “baska,” which nicely demonstrates the influence my ancestors’ Ukrainian neighbors had on them - click here for the recipe, and a little storytelling, too. And here’s what the process and finished product look like, by Michael M. Miller via NDSU.

If you don’t know much about Germans from Russia, there’s a nice collection of stories available on the internet from North Dakota State University, and it includes a brief time line outlining their history.