Inviting the Easter Bunny to the Seder
'I went on my first Easter egg hunt a couple of years ago, hand in hand with my then 2-year-old son, Max. I’ve got 44 years on him, but it was a first for both of us.
In Jerusalem, where I grew up, the world of the Easter bunny, hot cross buns, roast lamb and simnel cake just did not exist for me. If someone had described an Easter egg hunt to me — “kids rush around collecting chocolate eggs that have been hidden by a rabbit” — I would have thought it strange. The concept of Easter was something distant, miles away from our own tradition of Pesach, or Passover.
Without a doubt, though, our Seder in Israel would have seemed equally strange to the children tucking into their Easter lunch in Britain, where I live now. Why is a story — the Haggadah — told, and what does it mean? Why is the dining plate compartmentalized? What does one even do with lettuce leaves and radishes dipped in salty water? Most important, where’s the chocolate?
The traditions of Easter and Passover seemed worlds apart to me until that hand-in-hand moment with Max. We had been invited by friends to have lunch on Easter Sunday. At the end of the meal came the unqualified highlight: the big hunt for the little coveted eggs.'>>>
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/04/03/dining/easter-passover-ottolenghi-recipes.html?
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