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Tag: easterMarch 24, 201721 Maindisplay by Jo Ellen Designs Bun chicka bun! That’s one great window!
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April 28, 2014Sunrise Servicetext and photograph by Jonathan Ives I felt more than confused when my alarm went off at 5 a.m on a Sunday. It was still dark outside as I turned my phone off, rolled over, and got ready to sleep a few more hours. One last review before I slid back into a deep sleep […] April 19, 2013Coconut Bunny Caketext by Megan Bedford photographs by Justin Gove At the risk of turning this blog into the discount bin that appears at Walgreen’s after every major holiday (you know, the one filled with suddenly irrelevant candy canes, heart-shaped boxes, and Cadbury’s eggs) I am going to write about a dessert that I think transcends Easter […]
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March 31, 2013We All Have Our Reasons: #2013.90Easter sunrise, the ninetieth sunrise of the year, on top of Mt. Battie. Captured by Karen Hansen.
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March 29, 2013Easter Egg Raviolotext by Megan Bedford photographs by Justin Gove I am not a religious person, but I do celebrate good food. This fact is perhaps no more apparent than at Easter. When I was growing up, Easter ritual meant that it was time to get out the sugared coconut and construct “the bunny cake.” It also […] March 29, 2013We All Have Our Reasons: Easter EditionFrom facebook-land: More moments in Maine. This time, grocery store. Express lane. Me: cereal, honey, Drano. 50-ish yr old man in front of me: two cases of Miller Genuine Draft, ground beef, cheese, hard taco shells, salsa. Maine: (Actually doesn’t say a word, just turns and stares/possibly glares? at me.) Me, nervous: “So, beer and […]
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April 1, 2012Ukrainian Egg WorkshopUntil my brother was twenty-one he insisted that my mom hide candy and Easter eggs all around the house for us to find and collect in baskets prepped with plastic grass. There’s nothing like watching an otherwise grown, six-foot-three man run around in his pajamas and pick jelly beans off the top of door frames. […]
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