As you might imagine, Easter is kind of a thing around here.
I am giving anything church related wide-berth as Rome is inundated with pilgrims, arriving for this weekend’s ceremonies as well as the upcoming canonizations of two previous popes.
But last year? Last year, I was climbing a volcano with my sister on Easter.
The volcano was her idea, but while we bounced from one island/ferry/mainland/Sicily to the next… we kept seeing these Easter breads.
The Easter bread was my (terrible) idea.
The lambs were cuter, but still not tasty.
These were better:
In my experience, the bread is for admiring rather than for eating.
Whole eggs baked INto bread is a bad idea, and possibly how I ended up with food poisoning.
Which is why our 10-hour brunch this year relied on Eggo waffles and scalloped potatoes.
Happy Easter, wherever and however you are celebrating!
