Let them eat Bunny Cake


‘An Easter treat that’s hard to beat’

I just realized that I really should have posted this story before Easter. That way you all could have whipped out your cake pans and created a bunny to dig into after your ham or lamb. (Note: we never had lamb at Easter; my mother swears it smells like “hot wet sweaters.”)

Speaking of sweaters, here’s my latest. I haven’t gotten it hot or wet, so I don’t know if it smells like lamb

Oh well, you still could “do” a bunny cake. They’re awfully fun to make, and, what with the coconut frosting and the jellybean whiskers, tasty too.

Besides, bunnies don’t really have anything to do with Easter. Not really. Bunnies and eggs were pagan fertility symbols that the early Christians appropriated; they decided they were symbols of the resurrection of Jesus. Though I have a suspicion that the real reason for “stealing” those heathen bunnies and eggs was to cheer up an inherently downer holiday. (Crown of thorns? Dying on a cross? I mean, even rising from the dead isn’t exactly cheerful.)

Now this is cheerful: A cute niece-in-law Easter visitor from last year

Now, the singing on Easter is pretty darned cheerful. The Methodist church, where The Child and I would accompany Aunt Eleanor each year — except for the one morning we didn’t realize the time had “sprung forward” and we arrived when everyone else was filing out — has particularly rousing hymns. Driving home, her Childness and I would crank open the sunroof and bellow “Christ the Lord has risen today-yay a-a-a-a-ah-lay-ay-oo-oo-yah!” at the top of our lungs.

The Child with our Easter-Service Pal, Aunt Eleanor

Alas, this particular Easter was bereft of bunnies, both the chocolate and the cake kind. That’s because it was just Dude Man and me. No Child, no Eleanor — who, at 98, now lives with her daughter in far-away Kentucky, where, no doubt, she regales the local Methodist outpost with her hymn-singing. No cute nieces-in-law, even.

Even back in the day Dude Man was not into Easter Duds. Or church-going, for that matter. Even if they did have good hymns

As for the hymn-singing, I must admit I did launch into “Christ the Lord is Risen Today” while bustling around the kitchen not making bunny cake. Maybe next year. Or maybe next week. I could make the pagan version.

We did Easter-up the kitchen with our one remaining Child-decorated egg

New York City. April 2023



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2 thoughts on “Let them eat Bunny Cake

  1. Stephanie

    Very nice non-lamb smelling sweater!!! I’m not a church goer (issues with the Almighty), but I did take my mother to church this past weekend and I have to say the hymns really did it for me (as they did when I was a kid) and so too the sermon. Very uplifting, and I gotta say – these days any bit of a lift like a cute, delicious bunny cake is a really good thing. Thank you for the uplifting post Alice 🙂

    • So glad you enjoyed a rousing hymn and stirring sermon, Stephanie! It’s wonderful to find joyful spots like this in our lives. Happy Belated Easter to you and your Mom. And thanks for the nice words about the sweater!

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