In recent years, my observance of the holiday has been reduced to buying a couple of bags of Dove chocolate eggs for half price on Easter Monday. Pathetic. Depressing. So we went to Wilson Farm today and got the tiniest, most adorable ham and some other fixings for a classic Easter dinner, à deux. I may never freeze again in a flimsy spring coat and ruffly ankle socks, or sit around my grandmother's table with a dozen loved ones (most of them arguing), but at least I can have ham and pineapple.
With its glorious array of fresh produce, baked goods, plants and flowers, Wilson Farm is always a happy place to shop, but it's most festive before any holiday. Just going there can put you in the spirit. I may even get it together to dye some eggs tomorrow.
On the way there, we stopped for doughnuts at Ohlin's Bakery in Belmont for fortification. This old-fashioned bakery in Cushing Square has it all, including dozens of colorful Easter egg cakes iced in pink, white, chocolate, or a sort of Windex blue, with frosting flowers not found in nature. I resisted these; I was there for doughnuts. (That was stupid, those cakes looked good; they're open until noon tomorrow.) Of the three doughnut flavors we tried, the glazed chocolate cake ones were outstanding. We'll be back.
There were masses of potted spring flowers at Wilson. I especially admired these Easter lilies — lovely to look at but so deadly to cats that they make me shudder even as I enjoy their trumpety, art nouveau elegance:
On the way home, we stopped at Play Time in Arlington. This 50-year-old store has an overwhelming inventory of art and craft materials, party supplies, ribbons, yarn, buttons, florist supplies, toys, model kits, books, and stationery. I hadn't been there in years. I can't wait to go back.
Sewing notions and ribbons to rival Windsor Button's.
And everything else under the sun for the crafty person.
Wide-eyed and dazed by all the possibilities on the ground floor, we stumbled upon their basement. And there I found treasure: bags of Wendy's favorite pompoms:
She's been playing with a few of these for months, swatting them, carrying them around, and losing them all meticulously beneath the same piece of furniture. I eventually fish them out with a flashlight and a long wooden spoon under her supervision. She shows not a flicker of gratitude, just intense interest, and quickly gets busy losing them again. I'm considering giving her all 40 at once, just to see how she reacts. But I wonder if she'd get wigged out from the strain of having to stuff them all under the same bookcase. We'll see. It might be like watching an Easter egg hunt in reverse.