Jellybeans and chocolate bunnies, no thanks.
I'll tell you what I'm eating today (and I must interject here that once, on Easter Sunday, I was served RABBIT in the dining room of a cruise ship, so I was traumatized and maintain an uneasy relationship with Easter feasts): For breakfast we are making matzoh brei. I love that stuff, even though I have no cultural heritage for the dish. I learned it from the mother of a college boyfriend (and this woman had converted to Quakerism, so what a Mr. Toad's Wild Ride there). I think I'm pretty good at making it the way I like (buttery, fluffy and salty), though I understand there's a method for crisping it on both sides like a soft, browned frittata. Sort of. I guess. I might try that. Sounds good. (I've been on a restricted diet for the past week that disallowed white flour, so no matzohs for Passover. No problem; I'll just fit it in later. I'm loose with holidays. I almost always make matzoh brei for Christmas breakfast; just one of my many illogical irreligious feasts.)
Then, later on, we're going to try Ilva's asparagus deviled eggs. Simply cannot resist. What a pure, heathen acknowledgement of the sensuality of spring. Yep, doing that.
No lamb for dinner. Ugh. Nor rabbit.
By the way, that concrete bunny is really sitting in my patio, but he's not on a grill over a fire. It's our etagére that we keep potted flowers on; those are marigolds, not flames. Nice, cool bunny.