Easter at a Missouri Farmhouse is a little different than most “city” people would imagine. When I was young (and, yes, I’m older than most) we lived in a city of 34,000 people and Easter always began with getting up, getting dressed, and going to Sunday School and Church. After a fast pitstop to change out of our Sunday Finest we’d head out to the farm.
Fresh Farm Eggs had been hard boiled and decorated the day before. Do you know how hard it is to dye brown eggs? We didn’t care. We knew after the Easter Egg Hunt that our Grandmothers would conspire to get a few trays of deviled eggs together. They never lasted long. And, being a holiday, the Easter Egg Hunt was priority one. But, with a careful bit of manipulation from my Grandfather we had to go out and see the last of the Spring Calves that were born that week. Toss some hay out for the hungry cows. Feed the hundreds of chicks that had been in the brooder house for several weeks and would be moved to the chicken coops later in the week. While we were doing all that, parents and other adult family were hiding all the eggs that we and all our cousins had brought over. In the sneakiest of places.
And the hunt would begin… One behind a bush. Another in the mailbox about 1/8 mile down the farm path. It seemed there were eggs everywhere. Against the fence between the main cow pasture and the house (you always knew where the eggs were on that fence, the cows migrated to wherever someone stood next to the fence). The ones hidden in the rosebushes may have been going a tad too far. But, nobody ever got more than a minor scratch.
The hunt over, we’d all pile into the house and overflow tables in the garage. The “kids” table was huge. And the Easter Dinner Spread was copious. Ham and Beef Roast. Mashed Potatos and German Potato Salad. Marinated Cabbage Slaw, Beets, the last of the canned Green Beans. Homade Bread and it was obvious that my grandpa had milked a couple cows the week before because homeade fresh butter was laid out too. Along with sorghum and honey to mix with the butter and put on that homade bread.
And afterwards there was always pie and cobbler. Whatever was plentiful the year before is what we got. Apricot from Great Grandma’s trees and strawberry from her garden. Peach from some church friends orchard. Apple and gooseberry too.
It was a time for Family, Friends, Fun, and really good food. Which isn’t so different from today. Just a little farther flung and more from stores than the family farm. But, it’s the people and the memories you make. And when I fix that big dinner on Easter for my family there’s farm fresh eggs, a good country ham, Missouri Farm Baked Bread, lots of Missouri Country Store goodies from Dutch Kountry Market (along with all the spices we use).
It’s gonna be a great Easter Sunday. And everyone here at the Dutch Kountry Market wishes the same for you and your family too. Happy Easter!