Hippety Hoppety

UPDATE:  Have an easter egg!

Normally this is a blog where things are jumping:

But with one thing and another, this week has been holy days and today is a holiday for most of you — and me (yes, most of me.  Look, guys, I’m a writer.  I work by committee.  Like you think I’m alone in my head!)

It’s time to stuff your face

 

And spend time with friends and family, even those really odd looking relatives

I’m going to be writing too, of course, (a writer relaxes by writing) but I’m going to be more or less away from the net most of the day.

So you guys go and have fun

And don’t forget to eat the flowers!

Happy Easter to those who celebrate it, and I’m out a here!  (But we’ll be back tomorrow!)

 

75 responses to “Hippety Hoppety

  1. When hunting the wily Easter Egg, one can’t be too careful. I suggest the 12-gauge with 00 Buck.

  2. Anybody know where the Easter Bunny bringing eggs idea originated? I’m guessing Australia, because the idea of a pestiferous mammal laying eggs wouldn’t occur to most normal people.

    • … oh, is that why the Easter Rabbit in Rise of the Guardians was Australian and voiced by Hugh Jackman?

    • I’ve read Germany/Central Europe (rabbit from local tradition and eggs from Greek Christianity/pagan tradition) but Australia makes as much sense as anything. I mean, their giant rabbits have entire built in pouches for eggs-n-stuff!

      • I think it may have been a hare, originally. Not that big a difference, I guess, both breed fast. So, fitting for spring, a symbol of fecundity. Where the eggs come into picture, no idea. :)

        • You’re on the right tract– the hare because it gave birth at the right time, thus symbol of life.

          Eggs were just another symbol of life and renewal, so they got shoved together.

          It’s kind of like Christmas Lights being colorful– you go from having an ever-green tree for life, to decorating it, to putting fire on it, to having little twinkly lights you can put on it, so you can make them into non-fire colors, and eventually you end up with a brilliant blue lights on a pink plastic Christmas tree!

          • Yes, eggs and spring go together too. Doesn’t come immediately to my mind because here the birds are just starting to get noisy, will be a few more weeks before we get to the eggs. But because I’m out during the nights and early mornings I’ve been watching the city hares being amorous for a while now. :)

            • Meant to write: doesn’t come immediately to my mind as connected to Easter… I was typing across the cat again. :)

            • *little lightbulb*

              I know that they had lots of eggs at the Easter because they gave them up for Lent, and I know there was a tradition at *mumble* to dye eggs red for Christmas… betcha that crocus, or some other egg-looking flower in bright colors, was involved in the first lady that went “I’m going to dye eggs for Easter, too!”

            • Oh, gads… made the mistake of clicking on Bing’s “Where did Easter Eggs come from” link. (or maybe it was Easter Bunny)

              First several links were a lot of hoo-ha that I debunked at
              catholicstand.com/conspiracies-catholicism-easter-special/
              and the first one to offer decent information was the history dot com’s topics/holidays/history-of-easter article, which isn’t even focused on the topic.

          • “eventually you end up with a brilliant blue lights on a pink plastic Christmas tree!”

            And that Your Honor, is just cause for homicide.

            • Or, perhaps, a mercy killing?

            • CombatMissionary

              Hey, whatever makes you guys happy in YOUR double-wide. Just don’t criticize me for trimming the tree with a chainsaw in the living room of MY double-wide.

              • Well, that would be terrible. I’m allergic to pine!

                • I like my plastic Christmas tree, just because we can’t get junipers over here.

                  It’s got LEDs in the bottom, and those light channels, so there’s a built in rainbow light set. :D

                  • Philistines!

                    The only proper Christmas tree is a fir, either noble or alpine, although spruce is an acceptable substitute if you have small kids. Just be warned the spruce will only have half as many ornaments on it, but they will all stay on it, even with youngun’s running around.

                    • Blooping town kids– Juniper is the best. They don’t shed needles, they smell WONDERFUL, and they’re weed-trees so it’s a GOOD thing to harvest them.

                      Plus, a gin and tonic will put a smile on your face for the rest of your life….

                    • You have a plastic Christmas tree, and you are trying to call ME a town kid?!

                      The reason you had junipers growing up is because you lived in a freakin’ desert and they were the only thing available, or anything else was too rare to cut down. Sure they smell good, but you use them or cedar on your wreath and get the same smell, and they are all crooked and have flimsy tips to hang ornaments on, not to mention the floppy top.

                      Firs won’t lose a needle if you water them, at least not for a month and a half or more. Besides you can buy alpines balled in burlap from me and plant them after you are done using them as a Christmas tree. :)

                      At least you aren’t advocating those ridiculous road cone, nursery grown, ‘shaped’ Christmas trees that are so thick there is no place to hang the ornaments or lights.

                    • You bet I do!

                      The plastic tree cost about as much as a bought tree of the same size, and we can use it for years. I can set it up about the same time we start the Advent Calenders– just like the juniper– and keep it up until the 12 days are over, without issue, just like the juniper.

                      It’s pretty.

                      And yeah, we had juniper because you didn’t want to waste a good tree– but that holds even on the damp side. I shudder inside at how many folks throw away good firewood just because it use to be a Christmas tree.

                      My grandma, though– being Scottish and all– she beat the band for the best Christmas tree.

                      She bought a little pine tree ONCE. In a pot. And that was the Christmas Tree from well before I was born until the year she died. It probably cost less than my lights.

                    • We grew Douglas Firs. For timber, but as we had new plantings starting to get above the weeds, when I was a kid, I’d go out and do a rough shaping on trees that were close to the road or too close to other trees and would have to come out anyways. I’d go out on a weekend with a machete and “do the round” and trim them to a rough tree shape while I was limbing up the other trees. When they got to big to use (we had an 8′ ceiling) we’d cut them down. I’d try to keep some of differing ages so we had trees for future Christmases’s. They weren’t as filled in as the commercial trees, but they were better than the straggly ones we used to get before I’d do shaping.
                      My step-brother, the logger who liked to top trees, would take the top off of trees he was falling ’cause he thought they were the best shape.
                      My Dad for a number of years interplanted Knobcone x Monterrey pine hybrids (KMX) where the Douglas Fir wouldn’t grow. One year he decided he might as well use one as a Christmas tree. He found out when it got into the house it thought it was Spring and started shedding pollen – which turned out to give him hay-fever.
                      He tossed it out and went and got another tree.
                      I haven’t had a tree in over 20 years for myself. Dad, I don’t think, has had one in ten.

                    • Yeah — I found out I got migraines when we had real Christmas trees when I was first married. I didn’t notice it in Portugal because I lived in the middle of pine woods — and had migraines all the time. SO. Now we live in CO. No migraines.

                    • I dunno, when one lives in a tropical country, one does the best one can – the plastic tree may be slightly less messy and can be reused, but I do miss having a real tree.

                      Though, I remember when I was a wee tot, we had a little tree made of little pine cones.

                      I do remember the first time we had Christmas in East Berlin though. Dad was busy at work, and didn’t have time to go buy a Christmas tree. There was someone selling trees on the 2-3 or so km walk home from school. I had the pocket money for a 2m tall tree. The guy selling looked rather taken aback when my best friend and I hoisted the tree onto our shoulders and walked away – two seven year old girls trekking through the snow, with the requisite heavy leather schoolbags, with a tree on our shoulders, chatting as we walked. My mother was shocked when we got home, and stuffed my friend and I full of hot cocoa bought from the West side, and sent M home with tins of Danish biscuits.

                      I can still remember the smell of the tree and the crisp snow-scent in the air. I remember it being as black as midnight, with fat fluffy clumps of snow drifting down.

          • Eggs were also the thing that most people ate on Easter, to break their Lenten abstinence from animal products. Actual meat was expensive, and the cows probably hadn’t started to produce enough milk.

            • Had an ah-ha moment a few weeks back, when I was cooking chicken and thinking about the books where having roast chicken for Sunday Dinner was a big deal….

              The ability to raise a bunch of chickens then slaughter them and not have the meat go bad is just mind-boggling.

              • It was well into the last century before chicken meat became less expensive than beef.

                • Beef ages. My mom grew up (born in 55) with a side of beef in the well room, going out to shave back some of the fuzz and cut off that nights dinner.

                  Chicken… uh… doesn’t.

              • Yep. Chicken apparently used to be EXPENSIVE. More expensive than the other meats.

                • I remember the line out of “Fiddler on the Roof”: When a poor man eats a chicken, one of them is sick.

                  On Sun, Apr 20, 2014 at 5:47 PM, According To Hoyt wrote:

                  > accordingtohoyt commented: “Yep. Chicken apparently used to be > EXPENSIVE. More expensive than the other meats.” >

                  • Is that where the chicken soup as a recovery food comes from? If somebody was sick they deserved to be spoiled a bit? :)

                    • Yep. You sent chicken to a mother who’d just given birth, for instance.

                    • Aha!

                      Not a custom here, so that is something I have only read about. Soups, yes, but all kinds of soups, not chicken specifically. I think I got meat + bone soup or fish soup way more often as a child. :)

                    • Nowadays the government (BLM arm) is single-handedly killing the small ranchers so meat will go through the roof this year (gov killed a third of Bundy’s cattle and buried it on Bundy’s land– as well as broke two cisterns filled with water ON Bundy’s land)

                    • well it was also thought to be good for you. A Renaissance writer, discussing ordinary vs. extraordinary care, said that you could go on eating eggs and other such cheap and easy to obtain foods, instead of chicken or pheasant and other such expensive and hard to get foods, even if a doctor prescribed them.

                • That’s why they used to commercially hunt Ducks too. They used to use flat boats with a 4 gauge (!!!) shotgun mounted to the prow and shoot flocks of them on the water to supply the local grocer. True sportsmen do not shoot ducks on the water.

                • Chicken apparently used to be EXPENSIVE. More expensive than the other meats.

                  Hence the famous “… a chicken in every pot and a car in every garage” promise. Made by (sigh) the freakin’ Republican party during the 1928 Herbert Hoover campaign. (We’ve been dealing with this whole “the gubmint can provide for your every need” nonsense for a long time, folks.)

                • But 50% of eggs are male, on average. I don’t see how you raise chickens without eating about 45% of what you hatch. Expensive for city folk, I guess.
                  Anyone want us to raise them some?

                  • Growing up, my mom would buy the “cheap” batches of laying breeds– 95%+ male, at pennies on the dollar.

                    At one point we butchered over 100 chickens a weekend, with hotsprings to help in getting the feathers off. Gave away most of them, but ate a ton.

                    If they’re expensive enough to AI, there’s a method of gravity-sorting the sperm so that you AI the females and (in cows) 95% of the calves are female. (Resulted in a glut of dairy cows.,. five ten years back?)

                    • Am I right in thinking that “veal” originally was a byproduct of dairying? Your bull calves consumed milk that was marketable, and the only use for them otherwise would be to raise them up for oxen or for steaks. And Oxen tend to be tough and fattening steers uses fodder that could otherwise be used for feeding cows to make more milk. So butchering them young was the best use of resources?

                    • I don’t know if that’s original, but I know from one of the current Navy suppliers that it is now a by-product of dairies.

                      I, as a purely personal choice, don’t eat veal. To paraphrase mom (note: my folks are together and healthy, but mom talks more– thus, most everything is “mom says”) I spent too dang much time keeping them alive to eat the @#$@# things.

                      I’ve only seen oxen at the county fair in Okanogan.

                      Mom has mentioned that a few idiots would do PETA fodder type things like just killing the calves of dairy cows, but that they were all rich idiots. You have to be rich to throw away money like that.

                    • I don’t know, when I worked on a dairy farm we would give away bull calves, except the one or two raised as steers every year to butcher, and an occasional replacement bull raised. Of course we had Jersey’s and it is difficult to even GIVE Jersey bull calves away.

                    • As I understand it, my husband’s family always raised a steer to butcher, but every time it was about ready, one of the old dairy cows would get sick, and have to be butchered, so they ended up eating the tough old cow, and selling the young tasty steer.

                      My father-in-law also always would have a line he said, either, “We’re poor today, we’re eating steak,” or “We’re rich today, we’re eating hot dogs.” depending on the circumstances.

                      On Mon, Apr 21, 2014 at 5:47 AM, According To Hoyt wrote:

                      > bearcat commented: “I don’t know, when I worked on a dairy farm we > would give away bull calves, except the one or two raised as steers every > year to butcher, and an occasional replacement bull raised. Of course we > had Jersey’s and it is difficult to even GIVE Jersey bull ca” >

                    • I have done that too– (butchered 100 chickens in a week). Not fun.

                    • Great biology lesson!

                      Two of them, actually– imagine my mom’s face when I asked her where our gizzard was located. Thankfully, I wasn’t eating rocks to fill it…..

                    • It’s a reasonable question for a child to ask.

                    • I’m sorry, I get tired and I don’t explain well. The reason I ask is that I have a lot of old cookbooks, some back to the 1800′s, and they have a lot of recipes for veal and veal bones. I’m working on the theory that there is an economic reason for most things.

                  • You sell ‘em to the rich guys.

                    It’s not as if you were letting the hens brood often. You wanted those eggs to eat!

                • It was still more of a Sunday meal to us when I was a child. Frozen chicken became easily available from the store before I was about ten or so here (1970), and soon after that you started to find broiler meat, although it was still relatively expensive, at least compared to what it costs now. But my mother kept buying old hens from nearby small farms well into the late 70′s, I remember going with her when I was small, riding on the bike behind her, and watch as the adults chose some still living one of the hens. And after mother had plucked and cleaned it she’d have to cook it slowly in the oven, in a pot with water, not roast them by themselves like you do with broiler meat, and the end result might still be a bit dry compared to broiler.

                  • Given Foxfier’s point that beef ages and chicken doesn’t (which of course is correct), It’s a wonder that there wasn’t more canned chicken meat before freezers became ubiquitous. My coworker who also has a farm does that with his chickens.

  3. Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

    Where’s Bun-Bun?

  4. Happy Easter to you too, m’lady.

    And it’s sunny and warm here, and I got my car working again (next test tomorrow morning, if it starts again I presume I can keep that battery for a few more months – but considering it emptied in only a few hours when the map light was left on I guess I’d better get a new one for next winter) so everything looks good for the moment for me (if you discount that one damn character who keeps wanting to go off on a tangent…).

    Hope the same for all of you. Except for the rebellious character, maybe. Although sometimes they really do know better. :)

  5. Sure, eat the flowers, but “please, please, don’t eat the daisies.”

  6. Happy easter

  7. Christopher M. Chupik

    I’ll be enjoying Easter with my family, while watching the Hugopocalypse currently unfolding.

  8. Hoppy Easter
    Or walking wester
    Hope you don’t get a Nor’Easter

  9. Every Easter Sunday I attend at our church engenders in me the thought we are worshiping the Pillsbury Doughboy, what with all the exchanges that “He is risen!” “He is risen indeed!”

    • snort

      Especially since one of the second readings we Catholics can have today is about purging out the old yeast that we may celebrate with unleavened bread.

  10. I’d say “happy Easter” but I still can’t hear myself think. Dear choir directors/worship leaders/music ministers/people-who-stand-and-wave-hands-at-musicians: pleasepleaseplease do not put the brass behind the choir. It only encourages both parties to heights and depths of wretched excess and decibel abuse.

  11. CombatMissionary

    Your fouth GIF gave me a chuckle. When I was a kid, we had a Manx cat that apparently never thought I was clean enough, apparently (what boy ever is?). I’d be sitting on the couch, and she’d climb up behind me and start washing my hair with her tongue. If I moved before she was done, she’d grab my head, dig in her claws, and growl at me until I held still so she could finish. Funny cat. Happy Easter!

  12. Happy Easter, y’all!