I am my own Easter Bunny

A long time ago, I made the decision to live 2,885 miles from home. I didn’t choose to live in Boston with the intention of spending days like Easter alone. At the time, I had a boyfriend who later became my husband. Holidays were sorted. We could either hide away together, or we could make the quick 3 1/2 hour drive north and spend the holiday in the enjoyable (but exasperating) embrace of his big, crazy family.

Eventually, my husband became my ex-husband, and holidays like Easter became a bit more problematic. Don’t worry, I’ve got friends for Thanksgiving and the 4th of July. I’m never lacking in an invite for Halloween. But, Easter’s a family holiday, not a friend holiday. Sometimes, I’ve got something going on. This year, I did not.

No worries. As far as I’m concerned, there’s only one absolutely vital ingredient to a Happy Easter.



Those of you trying to fill an Easter basket can satisfy yourselves with grocery store chocolate that’s more wax that cocoa. Forget that. I don’t need a week’s worth of candy sitting on my hips. I need just one piece, and it’s gonna be a good one.

A few months ago, my friend Erin invited me on a tour of the Taza chocolate factory in Somerville. Heaven! It was a great night of chocolate-inspired food, chocolate-inspired cocktails, and a factory tour (complete with the ever-attractive hair nets.)

I love chocolate. I’m the girl who took a train out of the Zurich airport on my way from Nairobi to Boston so that I could stretch my legs and buy some real Swiss chocolate.

Taza is nothing like smooth, creamy Swiss chocolate. It’s kinda grainy and weird. It has odd things like yerba mate and salt and pepper inside of it.

And I love it! Especially the Guajillo Chili. Chocolate with a spicy kick makes me seriously happy.

I never really know how to go about eating one of these Mexican chocolate disks. I think they’re meant to be melted for cooking, but I just can’t bring myself to mess with perfection. So, I just get out my trusty knife and chop it into little pieces, just like they do for the tasting bowls in the store.


Yum. But, um…one disk of chocolate does not a holiday make. I need something…more.


Yep. That’s it! I know you’re supposed to drink red wine with chocolate, but today was the first day over 75 degrees here in Boston, and I need something white. Plus, a slightly sweet white wine pairs well with spicy foods, why wouldn’t it pair well with a spicy piece of chocolate?

Oliver is this crazy Hungarian wine my friend Tina and I discovered years ago at a girly wine tasting. Our wine store doesn’t carry it anymore. And, because Massachusetts has crazy liquor laws, you’re not supposed to be able to order wine on the internet.

Luckily, Tina’s a very persistent chick. She found a company willing to ship us a case. The company went out of business (or got shut down by the authorities?) but somehow the wine showed up anyway! Lucky us!

So, I’m sitting here sipping wine, munching on bits of chocolate, and listening to a little Nick Drake. Not a bad way to spend a holiday. Happy Easter, everyone!


4 Comments to “I am my own Easter Bunny”

  1. Happy Easter, sister! Wish I could been there to share your chocolate & wine…but I’ll see you soon!!

  2. Looks like the Easter bunny was good to you.

  3. The Easter bunny was great to me! DD, we might have to add a chocolate factory tour to our schedule when you guys come out for a visit. It’s so yummy!

  4. I just opened my first bottle of Olivier last week too. Mmmmmmm, perfect for Easter!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: