Saturday, March 22, 2008

Home again, home again, buy a fat pig...

Home again, home again, jiggiy jig.

It's a painful realization that traditions continue, only because they are important to one.

Today I went grocery shopping after being away from home for more than a week.

And for Easter Dinner.

Though it will only be the five of us, it's still important to carry on some tradition:

Escalloped Potatoes
Rolls (homemade)
Jell-o salad
Lettuce salad w/raspberry almond vinaigrette
Other things I can not remember
and Chocolate Pie.

And I sit here.

More than a little intoxicated.


What makes it a tradition?

Is it because it is important to me, or because it is what I know?


1 comment:

Builder Mama said...

I think there's a lot of comfort in traditions and familiar things. Nothing wrong with that at all.

Welcome home! I missed you.