I know what it used to mean. It used to mean that Easter candy was on sale, usually 50% off. It used to mean stockpiling Cadbury Cream Eggs and grabbing myself a solid white chocolate bunny.
Now, though, it means pea soup. Yes, pea soup!
One of my teammates makes pea soup every time she gets a ham bone from dinner. Easter, the ultimate ham dinner day, has just passed, and I am hopeful there will be pea soup in my future. It's not the Most Important Chatter of the day, but I'd be lying if I said, "Oh, it's not on my mind even a smidgen."
Just when I'd forgotten about the ham bone, like the sun coming out after days of rain, without pomp, my teammate hands me a brown paper lunch bag. She smiles a giant grin, a grin bigger than Easter,
"We had ham," she says to me, and I know.
