Rise Up - An Easter Blog
I really hope that the hot cross buns turn out ok. I think I burned out the motor in my food processor kneading them. I forgot to add the melted butter. Which I figured out after I put the dense lump of dough in the bowl to raise. So then I dumped the lump back in the food processor and added the melted butter and turned it on. Probably not a good idea.
I am old enough now to Have a Butcher. This means that when I read a recipe for lamb roast that says "deboned and butterflied" that I just pick up the phone and call my Place and talk to my Butcher and he says, "No problem, Mrs. Polish Name. Shall I have it ready for you on Saturday?" and I say, "Yes, thank you." So we stuffed the butterflied roast with shallots and apricots and rosemary. Bill and I trussed it. It smells incredible.
We threw away the white butcher paper covered in lamb's blood and realized only afterwards that we should have smeared it over our front door so the Angel of Death does not take my son tonight.
All kidding aside, I am actually a pretty religious person, which is not necessarily how I present myself. I once had a huge fight with my former brother in law about whether or not Jesus would register Republican or Democrat. I'm sorry, but someone who hangs out with the working class (fishermen and prostitutes) and advocates for the rights of the poor? Yeah. Jesus would not be a member of the Religious Right.
Anna and I went to the Easter Vigil service. She did not hesitate when I told her it would easily be two hours long. She sat in the dark church with me and leaned against my arm. The processional consisted of our parish priests, the Lector, two altar boys, and 3 priests from the seminary. They held lit candles and as they came in and they held their lit candle out to the person on the aisle and then that person turned with their lit canlde to the person next to them.
We were in the back of the church, which is a traditionally designed Georgian church, and the rippling effect of the candle light was very moving. The dark church was soon a room of people holding candles and I found the metaphor almost overwhelming. I do believe that Jesus came back from the dead in that he inspired others to take up the work he had begun. His work has become twisted and strange in some ways. His name is used in vain by politicians all the time. And for most of us it is an excuse to eat chocolate and roast lamb and eat eggs. And hot cross buns. If they would just rise like they're supposed to.
Do just saviors rise around here? Can I get some yeast with sugar and warm milk? Can I hear an amen?
I am old enough now to Have a Butcher. This means that when I read a recipe for lamb roast that says "deboned and butterflied" that I just pick up the phone and call my Place and talk to my Butcher and he says, "No problem, Mrs. Polish Name. Shall I have it ready for you on Saturday?" and I say, "Yes, thank you." So we stuffed the butterflied roast with shallots and apricots and rosemary. Bill and I trussed it. It smells incredible.
We threw away the white butcher paper covered in lamb's blood and realized only afterwards that we should have smeared it over our front door so the Angel of Death does not take my son tonight.
All kidding aside, I am actually a pretty religious person, which is not necessarily how I present myself. I once had a huge fight with my former brother in law about whether or not Jesus would register Republican or Democrat. I'm sorry, but someone who hangs out with the working class (fishermen and prostitutes) and advocates for the rights of the poor? Yeah. Jesus would not be a member of the Religious Right.
Anna and I went to the Easter Vigil service. She did not hesitate when I told her it would easily be two hours long. She sat in the dark church with me and leaned against my arm. The processional consisted of our parish priests, the Lector, two altar boys, and 3 priests from the seminary. They held lit candles and as they came in and they held their lit candle out to the person on the aisle and then that person turned with their lit canlde to the person next to them.
We were in the back of the church, which is a traditionally designed Georgian church, and the rippling effect of the candle light was very moving. The dark church was soon a room of people holding candles and I found the metaphor almost overwhelming. I do believe that Jesus came back from the dead in that he inspired others to take up the work he had begun. His work has become twisted and strange in some ways. His name is used in vain by politicians all the time. And for most of us it is an excuse to eat chocolate and roast lamb and eat eggs. And hot cross buns. If they would just rise like they're supposed to.
Do just saviors rise around here? Can I get some yeast with sugar and warm milk? Can I hear an amen?
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