Easter pain

[Natalina]

I ate myself stupid this weekend celebrating the resurrection of Jesus. Now I have a massive food hangover and my whole body feels like a giant bruise. What's the deal? Is my body punishing me for all the crap I put into it? I'm trying to detox today.

Anyone else recovering from a holiday food bender?

[Gina Little]

I ate entirely way too much including a piece of chocolate cheesecake that was probably 1000 or more calories itself. I'm going to avoid sweets through Friday which will be VERY hard for me. But, my body deserves better treatment especially after what I just put it through.

[Honey]

It was probably about 7-ish, Saturday night when I realized that the next day was indeed Easter Sunday.

I don't hold to very many religious traditions...they don't, uh...they just don't mean as much anymore. I mean, Jesus is born, he says some stuff, he dies, and then the next 2000-years or so is spent playing this nasty game of My messiah's cooler than your messiah, and frankly?

I really don't wanna get involved.

But you know what jogged my memory, made me say Oh, yeah, Easter...?

The Ten Commandments. They screen it, annually, on ABC.

And I heard the opening credits, and man...the nostalgia! It all came flooding back, and suddenly? I got this urge to dye eggs.

I had thirteen eggs, a dozen, and this one lone egg rolling around on the shelf. And I fill a pot with water, start it boiling, and drop them in.

And I discover that the only little plastic bottle of food-colouring left is red. I used up the yellow and the blue for God-knows-what. But, you know, red's good...I think I read somewhere that, traditionally speaking, red is colour that you're supposed to dye the eggs, some sort of thing about how the eggs are under the Cross, and the blood, and...

I think it's a Greek tradition.

Maybe.

Anyway, I go upstairs, and The Ten Commandments is on, and you got Anne Baxter vamping it up, and Edward G. Robinson's all Nyuh, Moses! Where's your God now, Moses? Nyuh...and that gigantic Easter-ham Heston, and I've seen this movie like, a hundred times, easy. And I know the good stuff isn't going to happen until close to ten-o'clock, when the plagues hit Egypt, and that creepy green-mist comes down to kill the first-borns...

And I fall asleep, or rather...I doze. I can hear snippets of dialogue, I'm in and out, and I hear Yvonne de Carlo telling someone that Charleton Heston's up on the mountain, talking to a burning bush, and I swear I can smell it, the burning bush, and I snap to and realize that something's burning.

Oh, it's a nasty smell. And I follow it down, follow it down to the kitchen, and the reek!

I find thirteen eggs have cooked, cooked then exploded, fragments of burned shell and yoke and white are everywhere.

I found a piece of egg-shell ten feet away from the stove top.

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I took someone out for sushi, Sunday night. I ate california roll, stuffed with avocado.

Lots of wasabi.

We didn't talk about Jesus at all.

Or eggs.

I think we talked about Justin Timberlake, if I recall correctly.

[schaefe]

Just please, please, PLEASE tell me that everyone had the good sense to avoid that infamous SCOURGE of Easter Sundays for the last 50 years....

Yes, that's right my friends, I am here to tell you about the evils of the Marshmellow Peep!

I wanted to warn everyone before the holiday, but my house was overtaken by a horde of the little yellow confections, and they tied me up and threw me in the closet.

I could only sit in the dark and pray that people would avoid the peeps.

[EdO]

I simply celebrated the resurrection of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, whose miraculous rising from death paved the way for all mankind to eternal life in the Kingdom of Heaven.

I ate a whole chocolate bunny.