Apr 13, 2017 The only thing I don’t like about Vancouver is our lack of family here. I have many friends who feel like family, and for that I am so grateful. But I really miss my sister. So I am very, very happy she’s coming to chill with me on my sofa (with my babies climbing all over her) for the long weekend. I’d get so excited for Easter when I was a kid. I remember doing practice runs for the egg hunt, taking turns with Katie to play the Easter bunny and hide toys (stand-ins for eggs) all over the house. We’d always get a pair of new summer shoes, usually a summer hat, and some outdoor toys like bubbles, jump ropes, or maybe even a bicycle. I’d lace up my brand-new canvas sneakers and rush out to the still-semi-frozen driveway to play with my toys, hear skipping. I can remember the feeling of snow and ice through the thin soles of my summer footwear and the chilly breeze on my exposed ankles, temporarily released from their stifling winter boots. Even as a teenager I found it hard to sleep on Easter eve. Oh, who am I kidding. I still do. I had this brilliant idea to cinnamon roll my hot crossed buns a couple of weeks ago and they were so good. I don’t know why more people don’t do this. It’s a match made in heaven. The orange zest, currants, raisins and spices of a hot cross bun with a thick swirl of gooey cinnamon filling and a cross drizzled in glaze on top (or you could go for a hearty slather of cream cheese frosting).
