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Here it is the Thursday before Easter. Dee and her granddaughter Danielle are busy in the kitchen, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they make Easter pie, a cherished Italian tradition that has been passed down through generations. This delightful dish is a highlight of the Easter meal, made with a hearty mix of sausage, creamy eggs, flour, and a flaky crust that envelops all the goodness inside. After making a trip to the local market, they bought twenty dollars’ worth of ricotta cheese, which is essential for the richness of the pie, while Danielle is responsible for bringing the sausage and eggs, carefully selected for their freshness. As they preheat the oven and prepare the ingredients, the intoxicating aroma of herbs and spices wafts through the kitchen. They are both filled with excitement and anticipation, though it’s still too early to tell how many pies they will end up making together. I would guess four or more, as they often make extras to share with family members and friends who look forward to this beloved treat each year.

Reflecting on my past Easters brings back a flood of memories intertwined with my upbringing as a Catholic. I remember the forty days of Lent vividly; it was a time filled with both reflection and challenges. The tradition of abstaining from meat on Fridays was a weekly reminder of sacrifice and commitment to faith. During Lent, the requirement to fast was particularly strict; the last two meals could not exceed the portion of a humble breakfast, and it always felt like a test of willpower. You were expected to give up something meaningful for Lent, akin to making a New Year’s resolution, and while I attempted to adhere to this tradition, I eventually gave up on both the resolutions and the need to consciously think about them. Stations of the Cross every Friday during Lent served as a poignant reminder of the suffering endured, and we were repeatedly reminded of our humanity and the burden of sin, reinforcing a narrative that getting to heaven was an arduous journey requiring effort and perseverance. Dressing up for Easter service was always a highlight, transforming the event into a cherished occasion marked by the joy of community and tradition, followed by a family meal that often included all the favorite dishes, symbolizing abundance and togetherness. In recent years, I’ve noticed that the church’s Easter guidelines have eased up quite a lot, reflecting a shift towards a more inclusive and less stringent interpretation of faith practices, which has allowed many to approach these traditions with a lighter heart.

The Easter Bunny was around with the Easter egg hunt, a delightful tradition that either brings families together or turns into a comical disaster as kids trip over each other in the quest for chocolate glory. You had to hard boil the eggs and then color them with vibrant dyes, turning plain whites into a joyful array of colors—and let’s be honest, probably staining everything in the kitchen, including that stray cat who decided it was the perfect time to investigate. Does anyone even do that anymore? It feels like a nostalgic ritual that’s been replaced by plastic eggs that come pre-filled with candy, making it all too easy—no mess, no fuss, but also no fun. Surely some of the eggs were hidden so well they weren’t found until the middle of summer, where they turned into little time capsules of kindness and rank odors. The memories of those egg hunts, filled with the thrill of discovery and the sweet anticipation of treats, stand out as the highlight of spring, even if most of the excitement came from the fear of what might crawl out from the grass!

Easter has increasingly become a commercialized event, overshadowing its original significance, which was rooted in spiritual renewal and resurrection. The numerous marketing campaigns and consumer-driven activities, such as extravagant egg hunts and lavish floral displays, seem to distract from the deeper cultural and religious foundations of the holiday. This raises concerns about the ongoing efforts to alter or eliminate many American traditions that hold profound meaning, as more families prioritize shopping and entertainment over meaningful gatherings and reflection. As society continues down this path, it begs the question of what we stand to lose in our understanding of Easter’s true essence and the values it once represented, prompting a broader dialogue about the preservation of our cultural heritage in the face of commercialization.