Sticky Buns

and racer tennies

It’s Easter morning, for some that is a big holiday. As I sit in my living room with a hot coffee and a pecan sticky bun, I am reminded of my introduction to the best sticky buns on earth.

When I was younger I lived in Pennsylvania and my then mother-in-law Jane took me to a place called “Country Cupboard” It was about a 45 minute drive from where we lived. We had lunch and shopped in the little gift shops attached to the restaurant. Then she stopped to pick up some sticky buns to go.

I did not know what a sticky bun was, but I never forgot. They were the best, the dark caramel “sticky” syrup with tons of pecans sprinkled across the top stuck in the syrup. They were to die for.

While I was pregnant with my oldest, I regularly made that journey (unknown to most) to get my fix. And yes I could never wait until I got home to eat just one. I read the other day that this business closed in 2022 and it filled me with a melancholy as it was a delicious memory.

When my kids and grandkids were younger it was definitely a more fun holiday. Hidden Easter baskets, egg hunts and a new outfit for church.

When I was a kid (back in the day according to one of my grandsons) we always got a new outfit for Easter. It wasn’t a regular occurrence in our house, new clothes came at the start of the school year, Christmas, Easter and summer clothes.

So the Easter “fit” was a big deal. My love of clothes has a long history. My younger sister often teases me as we look through old pictures my comments are “I loved that outfit or those shoes were so cute” to which she would respond “IS that all you see?” Apparently. So the year I got to choose my outfit is quite memorable. I think I was 11 or 12.

My Mom gave me the power to choose. And choose I did. I chose a dress, mint green with a pleated white skirt bottom. The dress had a dropped waist with a sheer dotted swiss overlay and bell sleeves with an attached bow at each elbow. It was stylin. To accompany the dress it was the first time I was allowed to wear pantyhose. A rite of passage. As the capstone to the outfit, I chose my shoes as well. A black patent leather track shoes with white stripes. I was eclectic even then.

I was never more proud of my choices. Mom not so much, but she let me go with it. To complete the look my hair was in the “growing out phase” I previously rocked a pixie ( not the cute kind now, but that semi bowl cut version of the 60’s) . It was a little longer, bright red and the bangs were neatly pinned down above each ear.

Now days Easter is a bit more toned down, a meal with family and new traditions to be created.

What are your special memories?

Happy Easter! I hope your day is beautiful.

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