Today is Easter Sunday. I have memories of Easter in Sweden with lovely cardboard eggs filled with sweets and goodies. We would dress up as ‘Easter Hags’ or witches which meant painting our faces and wearing head scarves. The idea is you go from house to house begging sweets. It is also a throwback to the belief that during Easter all the witches in Sweden flew off on their broomsticks to meet at a place called Blakulla. Funnily enough we lived on Blakulla road. So we didn’t need to fly anywhere.
Then there was England with chocolate creations like Cadbury’s Cream Eggs. These seemed to me aged ten the most gloriously delicious thing you could ever eat. My tastes have changed thankfully.The thought of all that sugar turning the remaining collagen I have brittle makes me panic. One of the downsides to writing about anti-ageing.
In France during the last Easter egg hunt we had the eggs all melted. We found them months after the event, misshapen and still in their silver foil wrappers.
Obviously in Abu Dhabi Easter is a bit of non event. For a start just driving your eggs back from the shop might melt them. I have woken early and am trying to come up with a plan. Tricky as I am working today. But at least we can have boiled eggs for breakfast. A good old fashioned start to Easter. And my collagen will still be in tact.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009
Sugar makes your collagan brittle? I could have lived happy without knowing that.
Yep, sorry to say. Sugar is the enemy. Useful info on Easter Sunday…
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Happy Easter!
I have just finished re-reading your book ‘To Hell In High Heels’ so am currently very conscious about what I eat so no easter eggs for me…but then someone bought me a chocolate bunny so I guess I will just be forced to – would be rude not to eat it!
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Happy Easter!