
You never quite realize how important family holidays are until you are half-way across the world, and don't quite know what to do. We thought about preparing a feast for two, but there is no way our refrigerator could handle the leftovers. And I almost made it to church (within meters in fact), but judging from the overcrowded parking lot and the cars lining both sides of the street there weren't going to be any seats left even at a quarter to seven. So after realizing our Easter was going to be anything but traditional we created some Easter traditions of our own.
Firstly, and the mostly likely to be repeated, hot crossed buns. I don't mean singing the song or even playing it on a musical instrument, but actually baking hot crossed buns. After realizing that I wasn't going to make it into the church I decided to give them a try. From what we have gathered, this British delicacy is a major part of South African Easter festivities. The buns turned out great, and we have a few left over if anyone wants to hop on a plane and grab one:)
While the buns were busy rising we went on our first official marathon training run. It was a bit tough because our neighborhood, Northcliff, is inordinately hilly, but we made it though. Only 29 more weeks until the big marathon.
The rest of our day was relatively uneventful. We went to the park, watched Casino Royal, and just finished our stir-fry supper. Although the day was anything but traditional we had a great time, and I am determined to actually make it into St. Thomas Anglican Church next Sunday.
