Lunchtime Poll

Lunchtime Poll: Did You Celebrate Easter?

Y’all, I have had too many Cadbury eggs, and too much haroset, and if you can believe it, a little too much of this holiday in general. Let me explain: every year, my family mashes together Easter with the Jewish holiday of Passover.

Picture of several chocolate easter eggs of varying colors
Image courtesy of “WillowGardeners”

As a consequence, we end up having an Easter egg hunt on Saturday morning, followed by a Messianic Seder, which is like a Jewish Seder, but with much less wine (although we had some this year!) and delicious kosher foods and a lot more New Testament Bible verses. Every year, I have mixed feelings about this mash-up we do. Yes, evangelical Christians believe that the New Testament is a fulfillment of the Old Testament, thus making holidays like Passover a perfectly rational thing for an evangelical Christian to observe. But, for one thing, no one in my family is Jewish, by blood or otherwise, and I feel a little like we’re dressing up in another person’s clothing and toying with exoticism. And for another, my mother makes a big fuss about having only the men do the reading and praying, with a great deal of talk about women being under the authority of men. So, as you can see, this is a holiday in which I spend a good bit of my energy pushing down feelings and thoughts and replacing them with chocolate and haroset, which in this humble gentile’s opinion, is better than any chocolate egg.

Did you celebrate Easter last weekend? I find that even the non-religious can get behind a holiday that basically encourages gorging on chocolate! If you didn’t celebrate, tell us what you DID do while the rest of us were squirming awkwardly in our seats, waiting for the food.


By Michelle Miller

Michelle Miller is a twenty-something blogger, cook, freelance writer and editor living in Seattle, Washington. She’s a feminist trying ever-so-hard to embrace her spaces, conventional or not. She looks forward to numerous bad hair days, burnt cremes, a soapbox or two, and maybe (just maybe) a yellow polka-dot bikini in the years ahead.

44 replies on “Lunchtime Poll: Did You Celebrate Easter?”

I attended a Messianic seder once in my early teens. Loved the bitter herbs. Hated the Messianic bit.

I’m Jewish, but my immediate family all practice something vaguely christian-secular-ish.

At least they aren’t like one Christian branch of the family. Actually, one hyper CHristian Aunt who is always at sunday dinner. EVERY YEAR she gets kids candy bars in the shape of the Last Supper. I kid you not. Even not believing in the Christ thing I found those candy bars a bit. . . Well. Sacrilegious. Traumatizing? IDK. I just know that my sister is planning on melting down the ones she gave to my niece so that my niece won’t have the trauma of biting into Jesus’s head.

Since I was staying with a friend who is Catholic, I got to dye a “passover” egg while they were doing easter eggs. Lo, parting of the red sea on an egg!


I hid for Easter.

There were people over and things going on…and I just didn’t want to deal with it because I was 1) socialized-out, and 2) not wanting to deal with a certain BIL.

So, I sat and read webcomics and did a little homework (less than I should have…but bah!) the entire weekend.

I worked all weekend, but that’s alright because I made holiday pay.  :)

I did wake up early yesterday so I could hang out with Mr. Nonsense.  It was nice, he usually goes home for holidays that I work so I’m stuck in the apartment alone and it’s a bit depressing.  But he decided to stick around yesterday so we went out and had some french dip sandwiches.  Then we took a little stroll and hung out on our little patio together since it was so beautiful out.  All in all, I’d say it was a good Easter.

On Saturday we hit two different Easter egg hunts with my kiddo’s bff and then let them rampage around the McDonald’s playplace before going home and collapsing. Then yesterday our neighbors invited us over for a truly absurd amount of food. We were there from 12 to 5, whereupon we went home and collapsed into food comas. I had a bit of a sulk last night because Netflix took Jesus Christ Superstar off instant play so I couldn’t watch it. This afternoon I finally got around to hiding Easter eggs in the yard for the kiddo. She had a blast, and since she’s 3 she had no idea we did this on the wrong day.

I KNOW RIGHT! I even checked a few weeks ago and it was there; they must have just taken it off. I have a copy, but it’s in storage right now. Boooo. (Though I had forgotten about Game of Thrones, so I would have had to stop halfway through anyway.)

We actually were running a couple minutes late to the first hunt, but her friend’s mom gave us a couple eggs to trade in. Then we raced to get to the other one so Lexie could actually collect her own eggs, and the parents were so pushy she only got like 4. And both events gave kinda lousy candy, but it was free so IDGAF. Our neighbor gave us all better candy! And kiddo is strange and doesn’t like most candy, so all for meeeee!

I had church (Lutheran) four days in a row: Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter Vigil on Saturday night, and Easter morning (best services of the year, so I’m not complaining!). I’m in our handbell choir and we played for both Vigil and Easter morning services. After all that, I made myself some fancy pasta and roasted asparagus (with lots of Easter chocolate for dessert–heh heh), and played Skyrim.

My boyfriend’s (Christian) family does a seder every year, and when I was evangelical I liked it because it had so much more gravity and significance to it than our Easter celebrations. Now my Easter feels a lot more weighty and satisfyingly celebratory, but I still like the idea of celebrating the feast that Jesus did before He died. And I have a little Jewish ancestry, so maybe it’s kind of justified?

Sounds good to me! I love a good Lutheran service, personally. Having grown up in a church that was light on liturgy, a Lutheran service is so refreshing.

And, of course, I approve of roasted asparagus, Easter candy for dessert, and Skyrim!

I think it’s pretty justified to feel good feelings about sharing a holiday with Jesus, in my opinion. And I love that we can celebrate it with handbell choirs! Ah! I think that’s so cool. I’m a super-secret fangirl of handbells!

This Humanist ate chocolate and read Carrie for the first time (with the vague feeling, though I couldn’t put my finger on it, that it felt a little inappropriate to read Carrie at Easter)! We’ve never really celebrated Easter because, well, we’re Humanists. Chocolate however, I can celebrate chocolate. Other than that, we are all STILL getting over horrible, horrible colds.

My family is not religious at all. We celebrate family, food, and friends. So, usually our Christmases, Easters, etc tend to be about having people over to eat.

This year though, we did basically nothing. The one tradition we seem to have regarding Easter is candy baskets (for me) and hard boiled eggs from my mom’s chickens. I couldn’t believe that I got another Easter basket this year. I’m 29! I ate the candy anyway. :)

So, this year I studied (a major exam is coming up on the 17th – I may die), my mom came over to deliver the basket, brought the dog over for a ‘play date’ and ran through my neighborhood (there is a great running path in the area), and my dad watched The Masters. It was pretty awesome. Also, it was 70 degrees outside so everyone was celebrating THAT. HELLO SPRING.

And then Friend drunk-dialed me at 8:30. She had a whole bottle of white wine while celebrating Easter with her family. Oy.

Hold the phone, you get hard-boiled eggs from your mother’s very own chickens? My mind is exploding right now! I WOULD LIKE, PLEASE.

Also, hells yeah you’re 29 and still getting an Easter basket!

70 degrees out! Hm, sounds like our Easter here in Washington State. We all couldn’t believe that it was downright BALMY in April. IN APRIL! We all assumed it would rain because it’s a holiday and that’s what happens on holidays here; but we’ll take the sunshine and warmth, for sure.

Sounds like you had a great holiday. Good on ya!

Yeah, my mom has 10 of the most spoiled chickens. :) You can pet them. The neighbor kids pick them up. We don’t color the eggs because Mom says they’re pretty enough. Too cute.

And yeah, I’m in Oregon so our weather would be rather similar. I kept thinking a storm would come in every time the wind picked up. Nice to see there was never actually a storm. Just wonderful weather!

Overall, it was a great weekend. I managed to get a lot of studying done too. :)

Spent the whole weekend (Friday – Sunday) doing the family thing.  And let me tell you, it was exhausting.  First, because all parts of my family are their own respective craycray.  And my little brother brought his new girlfriend, so it was constant introductions and explanations of in jokes and trying not to be our too-awful selves.  (As a side note, though, she’s pretty cool.)  It was also exhausting because I felt food vulnerable.  Most of my favorite holiday foods are off-limits now, including amazing delicious wonderful robin’s eggs.  No green bean casserole, no rolls, no dessert, no crackers, no CHEESEBALL (because of the worcestershire sauce used), no gravy.  And then even at breakfast, I had to be a pain.  No cereal, no pancakes, no donuts.  And I could smell it all, ALL THE TIME.

I had a strict diet of eggs in all forms and jelly beans.  *Plus side, I managed to convince my mom that she should let me hide almost the whole bag of reese’s peanut butter eggs because I could actually eat those.*  I have this bad feeling that overall, though, holidays are going to be the suck from now on.

Can I just say, I admire your restraint and your dedication to doing what you feel is best for your body. I would have had ALL those peanut butter eggs in my mouf, 10 seconds flat.

Isn’t it always awkward when the brother brings the girlfriend for the first time. Especially a younger brother. You have confusing protection feelings mixed with “I don’t want to mess this up for you” feelings. It’s a hard river to navigate.

Sounds like you withstood the hums and haws of your family as they ate all that you crave right in front of your face, though, and you deserve at least an Easter egg basket filled with eggs and jelly beans for that. Seriously: major props on staying strong, girl!

Although I’m a Christian, I’m having an increasingly-difficult time celebrating Christian holidays on the day they fall.  Knowing that many many moons ago a decision was made to throw our holidays on top of pagan holidays so we could shove those guys out of the way just doesn’t set well with me.  I like having the reminder of why those events are important and taking time to reflect, but as far as a formal holiday, it’s hard for me to justify.

The kiddo loves find-the-candy-filled-egg-in-the-yard-day so I won’t deny him that.  The Mr. is currently unaffiliated as far as a faith is concerned and goes with the proverbial flow especially if there is special holiday food involved.  I dunno where this is going, or if I’m looking for advice, conformation, or rebuttal.

Yes, I feel rather the same way you do. I tend to just celebrate most “Christian” holidays as normal holidays — times we get to do something culturally relevant with family. That’s a worthwhile reason to celebrate on its own.

However, I’m married to a theologian who gets a little annoyed with me for feeling detached from this holiday in particular, since this holiday has existed right around this time even before the church (little “c”) was a sanctioned governing body with agendas. Messianic Passover is a true fulfillment of the Jewish Passover, so it makes a lot of sense to celebrate it around this time, regardless of “Easter’s” politically motivated addition to the Christian calendar. (This is why I tend to tell people I’m celebrating Passover, although bashfully, instead of “Easter,” which is rooted in a political agenda).

So I can’t tell if I’m validating you, but I guess I’m saying, you’re not wrong to feel the way that you do, and I feel it, too. :)

I have tried to embrace the paganism of Christian holidays. As much as Easter is about the resurrection of Christ, I feel like it is also about spring, the rebirth of the world, and growth as well. I don’t really condone the way early church leaders tried to co-op pagan terms, but I think this wasn’t totally a top down action. I’ve seen early dark ages artwork where myth figures like Wayland Smith are depicted next to scenes from Revelations or the Gospels, and meant to illustrate the same idea. Even some of Christianity’s early adopters, Roman soldiers, created artwork that indicated that how they perceived Sun gods shaped the way they understood Christ. Which is to say in a very rambly way, that I completely understand and respect how you feel, and my way around this problem is to acknowledge honestly that my religious holidays are not 100% Christ centric, and to try to be as honest about and respectful to the pagan roots of the holidays I celebrate.

Also, it’s not like admitting that there are components to how we celebrate Christianity that are drawn from pre-christian culture is equivocal to admitting that we don’t believe in Jesus. It just means that we accept that Christian culture did not develop in a vacuum.

We went to my parents house where the Easter bunny left us all baskets with lots of chocolate, yum!

Then my husband tried to explain to me that in Mexico they celebrate a different holiday on Easter.  They celebrate when Jesus Christ is ressurected.  I then had to explain to him that that’s what Easter is… and he wanted to know what that has to do with a giant bunny.

*Le sigh* which got into a discussion of co opting pagan holidays and fertility.

Honestly, the whole bunny thing is super bizarre. I’m kewl with egg hunts and chocolate because I see Easter as a good excuse to eat chocolate and hang out with family, but I guess I made up my mind not to connect it to my religion. I save that for Saturday.

Also, chocolate can never be too wrong. NEVER.


I went to Mass at 6 am with the family to avoid crowds. Because I was a lazy ass and didn’t do my laundry, I went for the first not jeans pants that required no ironing to wear, a pair of grey cords I bought in college. As I got in the car they sprung a rip from my crotch to just under my butt. Quickly ran back in to find alternative leg coverings. Black pants bought for working in retail! These will work surely! They ripped in the exact same place when I put them on. Finally found the cheep pair of mom jean cut khakis bought for working a job that required them a while back. They are too short in the leg so I tucked them into boots and I hid the ultra high rise under a baggy cable sweater. I haven’t rocked that look since my horseback ridding days. I was kinda tempted to just throw on jeans, but last time I went to Easter Mass in jeans I got there to find out that the Cardinal was giving the Mass. In other news I may have put on some weight recently.

Also, brag moment! Gail Carriger posted the fan art I gave her last year at Teslacon on her blog! So giddy about this! And also kind of determined to make better art to give her at World Steam Expo as that was insomnia drawing with the materials readily at hand in the hotel room (the scene is the one she read at her panel), not polished intentional artwork.

This is an AMAYZING story. One crotch-rip would have been enough, but TWO! On Easter! On your way to Mass!

Um, also, that fan art is phenomenal. You really did that with a few odds and ends in a hotel room? O_O

(Much appreciation for the college/former job clothing in the closet; I’ve got things that go back to high school and I just cannot let them go for some reason.)


Thanks. I have a college degree in drawing things quickly, er, I mean 2-D animation. I try not to leave the house without pencils and unlined paper. That is secretly just a page torn out of a sketch book. I disguised this fact by tearing all the other edges so they would match.

I think I’m just so lacking in that talent that I’m always agog when I see someone who possesses natural ability and training. It’s just so utterly beyond my own means that I can only appreciate and praise it. It’s art, you know, even if it was done quickly in a hotel room. It’s art. :)

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